Totoka River of course they were saints, but only by a hair

Blue loped behind him stopping on occasion to sniff at prints or fur, she was by no means a great tracker so this was something she had to do. It was all for naught though, as none of it was from Junior. Her hope began to fizzle out, but she held tight to it as best she could. She refused to believe that the little girl was lost to them forever.

She dipped her muzzle yes I don't believe we will be going home tonight. I wish we were though with Junior in tow. Blue sighed again and followed him to look for shelter.