Lost Creek Hollow bowspirit

ye! ilya could use some hunting threads / a lil bit of mordecai ;)

The previous day had been a long day. A really long day, in fact. Ilya had forced herself out of her comfort zone and had left the territory to do some much needed exploring. She checked vaguely upon the beaver dam, and headed back without much to report. It looked the same as it did when they had discovered it. It was still inhabited, she assumed, because it was still strong and compact, although she saw no beavers and it did not appear much larger. The wound she held from the beaver who had bitten at her leg was healed now, but left a strange scar regardless. She disliked the look of it.

The girl had risen early, as she often did, and was off to maybe patrol a little. Lagon was right; there was no sense in hanging to the heart of their land, the pack needed her and she needed to step up her game. The cougar was no where in sight and she didn't pick up any traces of it the day before. The woman was simply paranoid and unable to shake her stress after stumbling upon Luke. 

As she travelled to the border, she came across the scent of Mordecai, perking her ears curiously. She had not known Mordecai to sleep in much, but she'd never seen many wolves awake as early as she often was. No matter, she wished to say good morning. Ilya tracked him down easily, ears perked as she went. When she saw the male, she realized he was tracking something down and did her best to figure out just what. It was a rabbit, she soon after decided, and glanced curiously where he was headed to see it. She did not, however, and looked curiously back to Mordecai, who appeared to be moving rather slow for a creature who she didn't even see. Then again, Ilya was not the most patient of wolves. She let out an extremely quiet woof, not to scare him or the prey he was tracking. She lowered her head, hoping to join her alpha on his morning hunt, her tail wagging in a friendly greeting.