Mudminnow River east hastings

Kiwi hadn't roamed from the mountain as widely so recently, but this week she'd decided to go on another roam.  The search for recruits was not going well, but the itch was dying out of her paws.  Yami's return had made it abate; the rush had been to impress her, but her friend showed no signs of disappointment.  So why hurry?  Their claim was not strong but they were; they could bide their time.

That didn't mean she wasn't on the lookout.  So when she spotted the wolf by the river, walking erratically, she honed in to watch with interest.  Her eyes narrowed, and after a few moments, she couldn't contain it.  What was he trying to accomplish?

It won't work if you are moving, she said, not even bothering to introduce herself.  She stepped out into clear view, looking at him, and then at the river.  You have to stay still.  Her voice was impatient, as though she couldn't believe he didn't know, and she was explaining the obvious to a small child.  They can see the shadows and it chases them off.