Great Bear Wilderness [m] pillow talking

Bramblepoint. Private for @Rosalyn.

Njal's scent had faded from the caldera, and it didn't sit well with Fox. She hadn't seen him since before the storm, and she worried that he had somehow gotten caught in all of it. He was no spring chicken, and she wasn't sure how safe it was for him to be out there, alone. Fox just couldn't shake the feeling that he hadn't just abandoned them. It wasn't in his nature. The Alpha would not stray far from her home—it wasn't her style—but she would check the surrounding territories to seek him out.

Her first stop was Bramblepoint, the expansive forest just north of her home. The two-year-old skulked through the woods, nose to the ground, seeking out any signs of her old friend. Come to think of it, Njal was one of the first wolves she had met when she'd come to the Teekon Wilds. He was one of the few founders of Swiftcurrent Creek, and he had served her well. She frowned at the thought and continued her search, the early evening sun creating shafts of light that dotted the ground below the canopy of trees.

Suddenly, her view changed. What was once a thicket of trees was ripped from the ground. It was as if something had torn the trees from their roots. Fox stopped and stared at them, momentarily forgetting about her original intention.