Whitefish River Rushing Through the Wild

He was finally starting to feel at home. An easy routine had become his life, and he was content with the downtime. It gave him the time to play with Speedy’s children, and contribute to the caches, and if he was feeling particularly bored he often ventured to the borders helping protect the little life Speedy had made for herself.

With a spring in his step, Emrik headed for the edge of their territory. Glad for the rudimentary task. As he ventured further from the den site Ira’s scent crossed with his own. Following it he came upon the woman, “Constable!” He called as he picked his pace to catch up.