Lost Creek Hollow bowspirit

To the black wolfess, this was an invitation to join. Perhaps it really wasn't, but she took it as such. She fell behind him as he went, shifting through Mordecai's strong scent and focusing on the fainter scent of the rabbit. She remained behind him, although slightly to his left, as they went, her eyes remained forward as she stayed with Mordecai's pace.

The woman was not aware that this was his first time hunting since the attack, but she could tell he was getting used to it. For now, she only planned to be a back up. She would let her alpha go about his business and when she was signaled she would join in, perhaps to steer the kill back towards him or catch it in her own trap. She was unsure how it would go. Regardless, the woman felt the need to stay with him. Maybe she would just be used as moral support, or maybe he'd ask her opinion. There was no way to tell, she was not, after all, the keeper of knowledge.

She pondered if she would speak with him after their hunt. Maybe she would decide that her questions were better left unasked, after all, they weren't fully her business. For now, however, she simply followed, trying to keep her focus on the hunt and leave the details of the cougar attacks behind her.