Redhawk Caldera Ease my worried mind

Suddenly, the path she was following was criss-crossed by another scent. Orca paused and when she looked down at the earth she saw the fresh indentations of pawprints, indicating that someone had passed by recently and at a decent speed. The soil had been churned up in the wolf's wake. She changed course and began to trot briskly along, eyes scanning her surroundings for her quarry.

As she rounded the base of the caldera and the terrain leveled out before her, she spotted one of the new youths. It was the boy; he was tall and his coat was pale, and he was running like his life depended on it. Orca watched for a moment, then threw caution to the wind and loped after him, her shorter legs moving quickly to propel her towards him. She wasn't able to catch up with him -- not yet, anyway -- but that didn't stop her from enjoying the chase.