Lost Creek Hollow the raided cache

Uncertain what to think of Misty's explanation, Ilya only let her head cock to one side. She didn't think she was lying, or that she was crazy, she understood the feeling of just knowing something. The black wolf enjoyed priding herself on the decently accurate gut feelings that she had; she understood what the white wolf meant by just knowing. It was, however, unimaginable to be able to see scent trails, and the girl could not grasp the idea around her head. She was, however, not a tracker, so she couldn't quite understand anyway.

The thought was dropped from mind so it would not hurt the poor wolf's thinky-thinky too much, and she lowered her head to sniff at the tracks again. She picked up nothing new or important of information, she looked back up at the alpha pair and her pack mates, curious what would become of Misty's idea.