Shy Deer Steppes in the junkyard, it's every dog for himself.

three wolves, but shoko only saw the one. his quarry - if it could even be called his own - were wiser, and fled. 

he paused where the thinning reeds met rubble. the wolf he saw bore a coat of mist and silver. she was too far for shoko to discern any particular expression or demeanor.

unsure of her intentions shoko turned to face the huntress. she was either friend or foe; shoko would find out soon enough.