Firestone Hot Springs Before we ever were afraid of the unknown

Blueberry kind of sucked as a wolf. Not too far off from her mother, really. But she took Fennec's words to heart, and added, Maybe the plateau? There were more trees up there.

She headed that way, and began to ascend the slope, teeth gritted in determination.

There were scents here; it was just a matter of chasing them. She caught the odor of a hare and started upon that trail, glancing back to Fennec to see if she followed. 

Major imposter syndrome, y'all.

Maybe there's a home for them nearby, she whispered, craning her head to the rear. With the rabbit and her babies.

Fuck—she was clueless.