If she had not been on a mission to find a particular someone, she might have ignored this particular someone's scent, which came wafting down towards her. Black nose wrinkling, the little red imp of a wolf hesitated. It was not as if she wanted to confront anyone for anything, but her conscience was not at peace. Knowing that it must have been providence that she had located this particular so quickly and without much effort, she directed her way to the chimera of a wolf and, in fact, headed towards her temporary den. It was when she actually spied the other wolf that she ducked behind a rock. The wind was still in favor, and it was unlikely the other wolf would have noticed her yet. Her next movement entirely gave her away, however. Strolling out, the little wolf whistled (or whatever a wolf's equivalent would be) and shifted her eyes to the skies, not acknowledging the other wolf and yet obviously acknowledging her with every tense step she took. "Lovely weather we're having," she said to a particular someone. |