Lost Creek Hollow and when you move, fall like a thunderbolt

she left tessa behind as she scouted ahead, assuring her sister that she would return before nightfall. antha was always a little paranoid when the pair covered ground more quickly than usual. she couldn't say why. but perhaps it was justified, because every so often she did find a stranger — or a group of them. and not all of them were well-meaning.
tension settled into antha's shoulders when she caught the scent of a young male, a lone traveler like herself and tessa. ever distrusting where men were involved, she pushed ahead and followed the scent until she was certain he would be found near. she halted with her paws at the edge of a narrow stream and lifted her head, searching for a few moments before her eyes landed on the massive grey wolf moving in her direction. she watched him warily with ears perked and posture frozen, gauging the situation in silence.