Whitefish River Talk about backseat fishing

Some time had passed since the trio consisting of Chai, Morgan and Kukutux had left Shadewood Keep, putting plenty of distance between themselves and their former pack. Though she was now free of the constraints that tied her down in that place, she was also homeless again. But in her mind that was better than staying there. This time it was different; she wasn't alone. She had two companions to watch over her and vice versa. 

Though she took comfort in the security of their little group, Chai found that she couldn't stop herself from looking back over her shoulder. Surely Cry had noticed their absence by now. Would he send someone after them to dish out his anger themselves? Even with Morgan by her side for protection (who she trusted), she still took some measures to minimize her scent. She immersed her coat in water often in hopes of washing away any last traces of the woods from which she had came. Lightly, she had brushed the scent of lavender and pine upon her, to mask her more natural odor. Maybe she was being a little paranoid, or maybe not. Either way, she played it safe.

The commotion of splashing bodies in water drew her closer to the source. Her steps were slow, tense. Understandably so given her recent cautious behavior. She didn't look back to see if Morgan and Kukutux were following. Once she caught a familiar whiff, she almost wanted to smile. As she crept closer, now into plain view, her hopes were confirmed. There was no way she could forget that hulking, brown figure. Evergreen wasn't alone either. A white female with just three legs was also with him. Both with a slick silver prize of fish. Her voice cracked as she spoke. "E-evergreen? What a surprise..." She said in her usual soft tone, though her posture remained slightly tense. By gods did she hope he remembered her.