Lost Creek Hollow In the dead of Night

The red wolf followed him like a pup. For the first time in a long while, Taikon felt truly confident. He felt even more so because he was with a woman. Had Sorscha been male, things probably would have been a different story. In his old life, the prince loved to show off. With any luck, they might be able to find a prey animal enough to do so.
They ventured forth into the woods. The air was still quite cool; a light breeze was blowing from the west. This, Taikon used to their advantage. As they moved closer to the creek at a steady pace, he made sure to come at such an angle that the breeze blew toward them from the creekside rather than away. Always, he kept on sniffing the air, trying to detect anything other than trees, mud, and water.
When they were close enough to hear the burbling of the waters, he slowed down, and then stopped completely. Listen, the white wolf challenged her, do you hear that? Taikon waited, hoping that she, too, could pinpoint the sound that had stopped him.