Whitefish River So We Meet Again

Eshe didn’t hear the commotion at first. She was busily digging into the soft soil at the roots of a tree, carefully pulling up the moss that lined the ground. It was distracting work, but not even she could ignore it when a piercing squeal of fear and running paws suddenly sounded nearby. She stood immediately at attention, nostrils flaring and ears perked. More sound came and Eshe was off, without a clue as to what she was getting herself into.

She nearly tripped on the young wolf as she darted past, her eyes wide and surprised. Eshe paused for only a moment to take in the scene before her gaze landed on Hieronymous and the cat. She didn’t think any further than to note that the little one was distanced from the fight and thus safe enough for now. Eshe ran at the cat with a snarl, reaching out with bared teeth to grab whatever hunk of fur she could to try and pull it away from the Constable.