Heron Lake Plateau Lots of booze, and lots of ramblin'

They weaved in and out of tall blades of glass and slender trees, one wolf a brilliant gold, the other a miserable grey. Raleska remained silent as they stopped and inspected each patch of grass or root. Her expression was studious; she was learning, albeit slowly.

Eventually the strength of the scent changed, to the point where even Raleska could notice the difference. She pulled up questioningly besides the goldenrod she-wolf, and mimicked the part of her jaws and deep inhales of the air. Her ears flapped as she jerked her head this way and that, looking desperately for this alleged "fox".

All the restraint she had shown before suddenly disappeared - with a surge that was loud and fully announced her presence, Raleska sprung for where she thought she scented fox the most.