Whitefish River paper planes

The sound of heavy footfalls nearby suddenly caught his attention, causing the boy to look up and peer into the darkening forest as he tried to spy whatever had caused the noise. Noah's heart quickened as fear caught hold, worried that he had unknowingly wandered into the territory of a badger or wolverine. However, as he breathed in the scents drifting through on the breeze, he realised his company was familiar. At least, in species.

Suddenly, he spotted the stranger. A black shadow, almost bear-like, stalking through the woods. He sucked in a quick breath, realising he was painfully obvious to any predators. Had the other actually been a bear, he probably would have been an easy meal. Did bears eat wolves? Noah shook away the thought and focused on the dark wolf, watching as they strode onwards, seemingly paying him no heed. However, they were the first wolf the boy had seen in the flesh for days, so his attention was fully caught. They seemed to be in a hurry, however apart from the usual smells of rodents and insects, Noah couldn't smell any prey around. Perhaps they needed to get somewhere before nightfall? Curious, the boy slowly slinked into the undergrowth and took up a quick pace, intent on following the mysterious stranger, unaware that for all the effort he put in trying to remain hidden, he still stuck out like a sore thumb.