WC: 265

She was trying to catch a wild turkey as a gift to the new chief when she happened upon the scent. Since the night of craziness with the white wolf occurred she had kind of given up on her quest. She had seen too much blood and fighting to last her a long while. Then she happened upon a male scent, it was odd. Possibly a dog, his tracks were strange and almost wildly directed. She figured this probably wasn’t him but she was still compelled to seek out the owner of these tracks and this scent.

Her mind was on Shiloh; she was worried about her mate. She had been acting out lately, finding the stress of the pack change to be too much. Since she was told about her outburst with the leader of the guardians she’s been worried. If any harm came to her the huntress would definitely lose it and take down every last one of those invading bastards. But for now she could do nothing, Shiloh was her own wolf she could do as she pleased. As Saxif often did as she pleased.

The scent was becoming stronger; her steps began to slow in response. She contemplated shifting to her secui form but decided there probably wouldn’t be a fight here today. Her training and practice in this form was enough to hold her own if it did get to that point. But there was obviously something wrong with this lupreci, no healthy canine would walk with such a strange stride. She heard a crack in the upcoming brush. Hello?