Lost Creek Hollow Tiptoe Closer

As she moved, Mitanni's deep amber eyes continued to dart and peer past the pack's border with apparent interest, her typically inactive imagination sputtering to life. What were the wolves that lived here like? Were they as friendly as those lone wolves she had met thus far? How did their pack differ from those that she'd recently learned about?

The mottled black and brown wolf became so caught up in her own musings that, even with the wind in her favor, the pack wolf went unnoticed until his bark jolted her out of her reverie. With a visible jump--and recalling very quickly that she was currently tiptoeing a very fine line between passing through and outright trespassing--Mitanni spun around and froze in place, instinct driving her to sink into a slight yet nervous crouch.

Against her haunches, her tail twitched and then offered a placating wag in greeting, and Mitanni hoped that her curiosity hadn't landed her in a dangerous situation she would have much rather avoided.