Phoenix Maplewood Lost in skies of powdered gold

Nostrils flaring, Saena lifted her head to survey the air, then dropped it again to the earth at her paws. The forest was so alive with scents that at times, even the skilled gamekeeper couldn't pick out a promising meal. Now was one of those times. It had rained recently and the forest was thick with the smell of loam and leaf and wood rot. Coupled with the myraid wolf scents and the dozens of other animal smells criss-crossing the trails, it was extremely difficult to sift through them all.

Feeling overwhelmed, the alpha female straightened up just in time to hear her mate's voice behind her. Grinning and letting her tail wave excitedly, the white-haired bitch whirled around to meet him with a soft whine of greeting. He'd intended to follow her but she stopped him with her abrupt turn and bumped her snout against his warmly, re-familiarizing herself with not only his scent, but the coarse feel of his fur as well.

"Hunting," she purred, "but not anymore. Tell me about your trip!" Reek so rarely left that his wife felt it must've been exciting for him, and she wanted to vicariously experience it too. She missed her days of taking very frequent trips outside the territory, but getting to relive her mate's trip was good enough for now!