Northstar Vale my body's aching, but i can't sleep

Oh, there they are.

The howl goes up and her mouth twists in what could be described as a smile, were there any warmth behind it. She rises from the water, a hulking, sodden mass of dark fur, head swiveling in search for the dogs. Her nostrils flare as she tries to sniff them out; it is difficult, with all the sights and smells around them.

Tupkuk lumbers, slowly, sure-footed, toward where the howls echo out. The ground trembles beneath her paws. The scents grow stronger, and she grows more confident as she realizes she is on the right track. Will they try and fight her, or will they run?

The latter is the safest option, but she knows the foolishness of wolves. They have existed too long with the notion that they are the apex predators, that they reign supreme. Stupid dogs.