Blacktail Deer Plateau baby, can you focus on me?

Forrest shrugged her own shoulders in silent agreement. With no real trail to follow after, there was no use in focusing on the already fading scent. The pleasure is mine, she cooed with a slight dip of her head, I couldn't place the time, exactly. A few weeks, maybe? And yourself?

There was something curious about this Shale that Forrest enjoyed being bathed in. It was refreshing to be around such a varied community, in regards to age above all else; there were pups here, yearlings there. Some wolves were in their prime while others, like the two of them and Grayday had reached their time of rest.

Why haven't we crossed paths before? I don't believe I've ever spotted you, as a matter of fact.