Tormented Tarns i

Inge soon caught movement in the side of her eye; she swung her head in that direction to see what, or who, was near. Another wolf, and their actions confused Inge. It looked to be a purposeless task, and her muzzle wrinkled in disdain. Inge picked up her own pace so as to avoid their paths intersecting. The lone wolf had no desire to be near to the webs the stranger had collected, and Inge was of the mind that this one might not be of the right mind. There was no sense in nonsense, and that was all Inge could see in the others actions.