Wapun Meadow According to the map, we've gone about four inches

Now that this creature’s scent and look had thoroughly confused her, all thoughts of killing it had been thrown from her mind. It was a pup and it had been too focused on whatever it had been doing to notice her until she was far too close. Now it cowered on the ground before her, and she stared down at it with disdain. The fact that it was only two months old did not lessen her judgment of it. Even pups needed to learn to be vigilant if they wished to survive. Especially when their parents were not around. That got her thinking…

Ignoring his question, she looked around, past him, sniffing the air. There was a faint scent of wolf somewhere, but it could have just been his own scent. Looking down at him again, she asked, “Where are you parents?” She was not exactly concerned for the pup, but she was old enough to understand motherly instinct, and she couldn’t imagine that this creature’s parents were very far away from their son. Unless they were dead. If so, she supposed she should kill this one. She had no milk for it if it was not weaned yet and she had a hard enough time caring for herself without taking on a youngling. Killing it would at least prevent it from slowly starving to death.