Wheeling Gull Isle nothing but goodbye

It just so happened that luck was on the hidder's side, given the fact that not only were they in a dark cave, but two of the three wolves happened to be almost all black and the third was a small little thing, capable of slipping into spots others may not. 

His tail waving excitedly, he shot a glance over to his two seeking partners who seemed just as upbeat as he. It was a past time he had never the chance to have and he felt his adrenaline pump from the thrill of it. Hunting down other predators was far different then hunting down prey. 

Aiolos began to sniff around the edges of the cavern's walls, his head mostly remaining low (when he should have been looking up!) as he dipped his muzzle into little cracks and nooks, eyes narrowing in the dim lighting to try and see. For a moment he had thought he saw an eye glisten, but after an exclaimed Ah-Ha! and jumping forth, realized it was but a shimmering reflection of the pretty rocks in the lake. Damn. 

Pressing on, he huffs yet still as his head darted around, nose continuing to try and go to work. Nails clicking on the hard, damp rock and then - AHHH!! He yells out as his foot goes into something far fluffier and softer then the ground. What did he just step on!?! He jerked back as quickly as he stepped, realizing he had just stumbled upon (literally) Tzila's ass.