Sunset Valley you don't make a deal to become immortal with angels

Somewhere in her pursuit she realizes she isn't alone. Narrow trees gave way to the inky blur of another wolf in her peripheral, though Mojave is reluctant to turn her gaze for a better view. To do so now could easily cost her, whether the deer turned sharply away from her or some misplaced brush in her path decided to pay her a visit. She kept on them, aware of the closing distance between herself and the younger ungulate.

She figures she doesn't have a hope and a pray to saddle up and bring it down on her own, which was where she hoped her fellow canine would come into play. It was easy to forget that she was well outside of the bounds of the Wildwoods now, easy to forget that perhaps her surprise hunting partner may have not had intentions to help, or even share.