The Heartwood Completely free of spooks

terance had no qualms with any kind of plant-life, he was a naturalist, after all. so the cactus was given a chance, despite the stiffness that terance observed in her. his nose twitched, ears pricked. "hey," he called out, taking a slow step forward, "you live around here?" he asked her curiously-- surely she did, he couldn't think of another reason for a wolf to just be around a group of wolves this size.

but, truthfully, terance couldn't really scent other wolves on her-- the wind was not in her favor, but it was in his-- but maybe she lived alone. terance couldn't imagine that, truthfully. the small month he was alone without sarah was bad enough by itself... he wondered how long this wolf had been by herself-- if she even was by herself. maybe she wasn't-- or maybe she quite liked being alone.