Lost Creek Hollow make it last, make it count

The blue-eyed beast approached her with tail up and hair fluffed. Sofi remained in her curled position, tempted to yip prematurely as though she was being injured. She kept her mouth shut, opening it only to offer a wide, open mouthed pant of submission.

The question the wolf asked was a loaded one. What was she doing here? She did not belong anywhere near here. With her were no friends or family. Not one creature for hundreds of miles knew her name. But, of course, Sofi realized the wolf meant the trail of urine and not the entirety of the Teekon.

"I'm sorry! I don't know where I'm going..." It was the truth. She was trying to find what any animal wanted: food, shelter, family. "I don't know where I am exactly," she looked around. It was truly a beautiful patch of wilderness she had stumbled upon. Sofi hadn't realized exactly how territorial wolves were; she had only heard that they were quite stingy about resources and did not like to share.