and you're to tell him nothing personal

oh god now im scared

The reeking fragrance of another wolf made the yearling's nose scrunch in disgust, the scent was heavy with a mix of herbal essences and necrosis. She pricked her ears and awaited to see any sign of movement between the slopes of the mountain.

Then a raggedy white figure materialized in the distance, carrying with it a feeling of discomfort that dragged behind him, like a chain stuck to his ankles. Cara didn't move, she watched the figure in the distance, her ears moving like little radars and her tail flicking slowly from side to side.

The yearling didn't approach the old man, nor she retreated. She just stood, giving him the decision whether to approach or not..