Whitebark Stream An exercise in futility

Palisander wasn't really that far away from the female, he was just in howling reach, only just. He had been tracking a scent into her direction which happened to be a coincidence. The young male snapped his head up when he heard a faint howl. His muscles tensed and his ears listened for another howl. That was Isley!! She was in trouble! She had to be. It sounded so desperate.

The male howled to her in return that he was coming. He rushed forward from this location. Though surely the wolf was still a few miles away from her. The black and tan male pushed on further. He was not the fastest wolf around but hearing that Isley was in trouble made him sprint a bit harder towards her. His tongue hung from his mouth to get the excess heat out of his body as he ran, letting out another howl that he was closer, perhaps to scare off the other.

It seemed fair to me that Pali would need to travel to them first so his next post he will arrive! :D