the earth lumbers on

While the two split up to investigate their own discoveries, Junkyard Dog tarried behind, keeping watch. The scent of the wolves was thick around, setting her heart racing, but scent was not her strong suit. Instead she relied on her eyes and her ears, watching the shadows for the hulking forms and listening for unfamiliar sounds.

As they began to dig and scratch at the snow, or follow paths that she was less able to sense, she paced the area. A watchful guard, head swaying and ears swiveling at any foreign sound.

The inu's search turned up fruitless, but Twister's bark was hopeful. Alert, she followed, upholding her self-imposed duty as sentinel.