Lost Creek Hollow cabela's camouflage cup

fun fact: i really dislike camo but my favorite cup is a chicago bears tervis cup with a camo background ? idk where i got it.

 

And he didn't spot her, it seemed. The woman was tracking down a small rabbit, following it's tiny footsteps through the snowy terrain. At least she was until her focus was disturbed by the scent of Luke- one she hadn't found around the territory in a while. He was nearby, and she sought him out, her blue eyes narrowed and head lowered. He was hostile and lashed out last time she'd seen him, and she didn't want to be anywhere near him while he was in that state. But, maybe, he would be better now. 

When she saw him, his focus didn't waver. His gaze remained glassy and forward, and she had to give a low bark to keep him from passing her. The fact that he had ignored her hurt a bit, and her bark may have showed a bit of that. It may not have been his fault, but this was just how it came off to her. If he would turn to look at her, she had lowered her head in a respectful submissive manner. Her tail wagged with a friendly hopelessness, and she glanced to his to see if he returned the greeting.