Big Salmon Lake Blood stutter

Forward he crept, inch by painstaking inch. He drew in shallow breaths, trying not to make even the least disturbance to his environment or draw attention to himself. But the closer he came, the higher the chance of being spotted. Alas, he came within half a dozen yards when suddenly a pair of beady black eyes observed his statuesque form hunched low to the earth. The scout gave a cry of alarm and the herd was suddenly thundering away from the lake.

Peregrine stood upright but did not give chase. He simply watched as they bounded away toward the east. They left a cloud of dust behind them, which lingered in the air a moment before settling back to the earth. That's when the swarthy wolf spotted his company, who was likely already aware of him, considering the wind's direction. Peregrine's eyes narrowed, then widened again when he recognize the other wolf. He remained motionless for the moment.