Swiftcurrent Creek little puppet made of pine.

Catching up to the hunter's prowl, River had scented the trail he followed, and her nose stung with the pungent smell of a predatory mustelid as she came to crouch beside him. Her ears twitched at his hushed warning, her suspicions confirmed, but she was not one to turn down a challenge. Besides this, she had already made up her mind to accompany Figment, regardless of what he had been pursuing. The name of their target only made her more sure of the choice.

I'm with you, she whispered, taking a firm position at his flank and smoothly matching his pace. She cast the silver lights of her eyes onto the brush around them, and when the scent began to strengthen, the dark pall of a killing mood befell her, enshrouding the she-wolf with a steeled expression. River readied herself for a bloody affair.