Iktome Plains quarter life

She hadn’t meant to follow him but she crosses his path where she’d been lingering in the southern edge of the plateau. It has its distance but it is fresh enough that, should he stop for a while, she should run into him. Dad had shown her a lot of tracking skills when they left the bay but her actual skills in hunting has never been that great. What she’s able to catch is barely enough to sustain one wolf, let alone two, but she participates with as much as she can to match even half of what Silas puts in to their relationship.

When she does find him, on unstable ground, she can’t help the little shimmy that ends in her tail with several shakes of her tail. She stumbles once in the stand, tangled up in the vine-like grass below. She catches a glimpse up ahead of what he’s been following and she makes her movements much more carefully to keep quiet. Her nose lifts a little to give a short, low tone whistle for her friend’s attention.