Horizon Ridge Somebody call the dweeb police!

It paid off to have a lackey like Revolver around. He was burly, strong, stupid enough to follow her around and do what she said - and Jules liked to think of herself as better than that despite being more dog than wolf. If she could survive out here on her own, why not him too? And so what if he needed a master, she was his master now. It wasn't that the golden girl didn't care for him (she probably did) but like every other aspect of her life, Jubilee was looking out for herself above all others and Rev was just another tool for her survival. A tool with a nice face.

So when he moved ahead of her she followed without a word, keeping to his flank. Being behind him and taking great sweeping arcs through the terrain always made her feel good; from afar Jules could have all the space she needed and still control the events as they played out. She would've made a decent hunter if she'd applied herself (probably), and had a knack for adjusting plans on the fly with a few swift snaps of her teeth or a shout. Thankfully Revolver kept close to her this time and she did not drift too far from him, but occasionally nibbled at the fur of his tail when they got too close to one another.

The smells were very strong here - there were wolves, or had been, and recently. Her keen nose didn't detect anything stronger like blood, or the warm-dust smell of anything bigger than a rat, which threatened her good mood.