Greatwater Lake chamaco

the small prey, a vole as it turned out, disappeared, garnering an noise of annoyance from its predator. the pair of wolves were at such a distance that it would seem impossible for the gray woman not to notice Hollis at this moment, and so she did. the darker female emitted a light chuckle at the question but didn't answer it. it was quite possible that she was a better hunter. in her pack of origin, this was the co-rank she had prepared herself for, though she had departed before completing her training. from merely witnessing the simple chase of a vole, a creature so small and difficult to capture for hunters with all levels of skill, Hollis had no hope of judging the other's proficiency, either. 

the next question did pique her interest. she canted her head slightly. where is home? she wondered. she thought she had scented a pack near the lake, but she could have been mistaken.