Ghost Lion Crag xxxxv. it's a waste of time

As quickly as he came, he was leaving -- skirting her with the same clouded expression, causing the mouse to cast her gaze aside as he brushed by. Her head ducked but she turned, keeping him in her peripherals until the shadow of him had disappeared and she was left alone with the hollow whistle of the wind blowing through the gorges and mountain passes. 

Lótë hadn't wanted to assume anything but she'd been sure the onyx he-wolf would attack --  the air charged with the same aggressive static as when they first met and he snapped at her. Her heart was still racing for a long time after Raimo had departed but once it stilled, the two-year broke into a hasty trot -- taking a different path home, her quest to observe the cougars forgotten.