Fox's Glade i wanna let go

Okay, seriously, Red thought to herself, as she listened to her packmate ramble, Clary is the cutest thing ever. She meant it in a big-sister kind of way and couldn’t help but look at Clary as a kind of adopted little sister. It was early in their relationship, but she’d seen more of Clary than any of the other wolves in Easthollow, and younglings always brought out her maternal instinct, so maybe that was why. 

“Well,” she said aloud, “maybe I don’t need to teach you about directions!” Red laughed. “Let me see if I can think of something else to teach you about scouting. Hmm…” She looked around at the meadow they were in and thought of things she had had to learn growing up. “Do you know about tracking animal trails and things like that? That’s more associated with hunting, obviously, but using deer trails and things can lead you to some interesting places!”