Great Bear Wilderness Fading Echos

The Gamma was feeling a bit frustrated, but hunts were like this. Sometimes it could go on for hours, or even days and that was just tracking the damned animals. If he was correct, then the herd was close, and they should find another pile nearby, maybe fresher. He had a feeling that Cara was not enjoying this, but it was necessary. If the pack ever did a big hunt, which he knew they probably would when they finally settled Ouroburos, then they would be in the front lines, scouting for prey. She needed to practice if she ever wanted to be recognized.

His thoughts turned back to Mordecai, wondering if the tawny wolf had happened upon anything good. If he had, then they should have gotten a call. But until then, they were stuck following this possibly dead trail.