Grouse Thicket second to the right and straight on til morning

Day nodded, frustrated with himself. He knew all that Anita told him, and yet, her words had the healing effect that his own convictions had not. The man found his guilt soothed, if not entirely alleviated, and found himself feeling content with the journey they'd understaken. He would not stop looking for the little shewolf, but neither would he let it consume him.

"You know," he said musingly, tail waving lazily behind him as he turned to continue along Steady's trail. "I think this trip is just what I needed. And - ah-ha! Here we go. His scent is all over this."

Emerging from the brush with a bleached-white jawbone in his mouth, he presented to Anita his findings. It was a queer thing to have, and Day found himself wondering what his alpha had been doing with it. Spitting it out, he repeated this thought to Anita, wondering if she knew something about their leader that he didn't.