Whitefish River Little Red Dress

Carefully he followed the tracks of his packmates, picking out what might have been prey to wolf tracks, he could only hope they belonged to the scouts and not some stranger who was lurking within the would-be-borders they were trying to re-claim.

Then like a blessing, Emrik came around the bend to join the patch work man on his little excursion. With a wag of his tail, Hiero turned to see... well, the face of the man who had morphed for the worse since they had been reunited at the river. Woah, and I thought I looked bad. You alright? Emrik was worse for wear but at least he was standing - well, it was at least one good thing to see.