Hideaway Strath Novae and Krynn

Faint of heart...

Haunting words for one so pure of spirit. Did Novae understand just what her willingness to seem more than she was might cost her? Krynn said nothing as the day rolled into the night. It was calm and warm kissing the Black Wolf's coat with a nip from its faintly cold breath; just to remind the four legged predators that winter was gone but would return again.

In the leaning hours of the night Krynn's eyes adjusted to the lessening gleam of light from the moon until her ears honed in on what she came here for. At first there was nothing but a few low born scavengers that fled when they caught the Wolves scent. However soon a pair of yellow tainted eyes carefully surveyed the area gripping Krynn's full attention. A Coyote... With fur worn and course having the remnant of its winter's coat still. Krynn tensed her muscles to hover in place but didn't rise. Her eyes fixed as she watched the creature sniff about bravely for what was left of the Hare. Even when its back was turned giving her and Novae a clean flank to rush in on Krynn remained still. Far after the smaller canine found its prize of meat and began to back track the Wolf still remained still. "Follow me." she whispered...

Krynn followed the Coyote over the stream and across known land until she was sure this was the place. Krynn could smell the air, that scent, she had found the day week before but couldn't locate the source. That was until now when she watched the Coyote duck under fallen tree strewn with brush and dead foliage. The angle was just right and Krynn knew her moment to reposition was now. "tnirma mezdi." Flank left... The hiss was just loud enough for Novae's delecate hearing to touch. The Sister Wolf didn't even wait to see if Novae understood as she glided like a shadow through the brush and low hanging branches until she sat above the downed tree, out of sight, and ready. When The Coyote came up she would let her sister be seen first and then pounce the flank.