Sunspire Mountains Two Loners

"As always!" Helena sighed.

After giving her fur one last shake and a few licks for good measure, Helena started to inch her way up the hillside. The way was by no means treacherous but, given her accident prone nature, Helena took her time, placing one oversized clown paw delicately in front of the other. Dante was a good sport about her slips and spills but she didn't want him to think she was a liability.

Her boisterous personality and gracelessness had cost her friendships in the past, even her mother's new pack had decided her presence was more trouble than she was worth. To disappoint or frustrate Dante now and lose his companionship would be devastating and, in this new territory, dangerous.

Glancing up at the older wolf, Helena noticed he'd gone still, his ears pulled back, listening. "What is it?" She called up to him, "Is someone there?"