Lost Creek Hollow cabela's camouflage cup

@Ilya

He had not seen the little black she-wolf for a while. He had not sought her out, and she had not come to him. Perhaps she avoided him intentionally, perhaps not. He himself had kept tucked away, not wishing for the same closeness he once had. It was without thought that he crossed her trail and started to follow it. For once, his mind was devoid of any thought, it was numb, if you will, and his snout was pointed toward the ground as he walked with a hanging head. His steps were almost robotic, and even if she were just ahead of him, he would not spot her, not with gaze trained blankly on the snow in front of his nose.