Duskfire Glacier if we are always the same

Tzila stepped further into the maze of tree lined ground, even beyond their own borders. A few yards made little difference to her. The coyote was still too close for comfort. Leading the way, with her inky head directed down, nose skimming for traces of the stronger lures of it's scent, she had not completely ignored the smaller Iana.

"Have you much experience with guarding?" She inquired. There was no criticism or skepticism in her voice. Just genuine interest, a want to know of where her heart was most content. Where her talent truly shone. Tracks in the mud still imprinted fresh, leading the pair on in a path that looped far around, and then back, closer to the borders again. Seemed the young animal was trying to be sneaky. He had little chance against a seasoned wolf such as herself.