Phantom Hollow here i found no self control

Mal had been tracking a few deer that had split from the herd in his own forest -- probably last year's fawns off to find their future elsewhere, or something else. Hell if he knew, hew as just following the damn things. Certainly didn't seem like they were staying put here -- not that he blamed him, he'd been through this place a few times and though he was kind of bored of the creepiness, it wasn't his favorite place to hang. Maybe another hour of traveling and he'd turn around and head home. At least he could say he hadn't found any Bad Guy scents here either. For now, though, he kept going.

The wolf he noticed wasn't the one familiar to him. No, it was the other woman's call who drew his attention -- Ibis' own movements and scent were far enough ahead that he hadn't picked her out. But well, no question the deer were keenly aware of wolves about now if they had bothered to pause for a break. So, he turned and headed towards the voice, trotting along in a rather obviously-heard way (and depending on twiggy underbrush, probably soon-visible as well), but from a different direction. Once he spotted her (catching up if necessary), he gave her a whuff in her direction and a broad smile. He called out cheerfully in turn, Looking for anyone in particular? He meant it as a joke, not that she actually might be.