Silvertip Mountain Moving On From The Past

Spring stopped suddenly, at the sound of paw steps.  She perked her ears noticing whatever it was, was heading in her direction.  The bull elk was far away now and forgotten.  She scented the air to try to pick up the scent of what was after her. And she assumed it was wolf scent.  Then Spring froze at another realization.  She had crossed the boundary.  Startled Spring stood frozen still.  Knowing running would only worsen her case and make things more complicated than they needed to be.


Spring whimpered, then tucked her tail, ears flat against her head.  Lowering herself into a submissive position, she waited.  Silently.  Waiting for whoever this pack wolf was to find her.  Being submissive would hopefully save her from death or an attack.  Hopefully...