Barrow Fields we are one

Rather than a hare, it was another wolf. Stephanie stopped in her tracks, watching as the silverbacked stranger meandered by. She tilted her head curiously, debating for a moment if it would be worth her time to follow along; ultimately, Stephanie decided that she'd never know if she didn't try. 

While remaining still a few feet back, Stephanie tried to do a sort of trot, though the uneven weight on either side made it look more like a very drawn out fumble. She chuffed and called out -- Hey! -- hoping to get the other wolf to slow down.