Ravensblood Forest grateful our cold memories bide

Further up the path in her travels, she caught the glimpse of a dark mass that stood out against the autumnal foliage. Echelon's pace slowed as she tested the air curiously. At the first notice that she could tell it was another canine, she thought them to be Tonravik. But further examinations disproved that thought quickly. Tonravik would have never slept somewhere she would have been easily found, and this creature smelled nothing of her, and nothing of the others in their strewn band.

So she continued on quietly, drawing ever closer to the canine. Her precise steps became almost scientific in her attempt to skirt past. Instinct warned her to turn back and find another route, but Echelon felt certain she could sneak past. Her youth lended her the arrogance easily, and her pace slowed more as she reached the dark wolf. One foot ahead of the other, she began her pass of the resting female, silent and tense for any notion of their encountering being less than pleasant.