Blackfoot Forest however little known the feelings or views of such a man

Once more Mitanni was on the move. Beneath the dappled cover of the trees above, she strolled leisurely and with apparent ease, more comfortable surrounded by the forest than she had been on the open shoreline of the west. She felt strangely optimistic this day, and it showed within the spry hop to her step. Yes, today felt like a good day.

Amber eyes bright, the mottled brown wolf paused when she heard what sounded like pawsteps somewhere within the wood. She assumed at first it was nothing more than a fox--she'd found one by accident just a while back--but as Mitanni caught wind of the scent attached to the tread she realized it wasn't a fox but a fellow wolf.

Her natural inclination was to keep away from the stranger, but after meeting two natives to the region who proved to be rather personable she was surprisingly more curious than wary. Slipping into a cautious crouch, Mitanni followed the trail until the found the wolf ahead. Leading with her curiosity, she continued to pad quietly behind the individual at a distance, interested in learning what he was doing.