Stavanger Bay Food For Thought

Amalia heard his woof and tilted her head. She dipped her nose and wagged her tail and then sniffed at the ground again. I smelled others, but very stale. I tried to stay away from the scent markers though.

She looked around unsure. We can go elsewhere if you prefer, but this is the only stretch of grassland I have seen so far, and it smells abundant with small game. A few rabbits for food.

Amalia had done her best to stay away from the scent trails and markers. Though they did smell stale, that didn't mean that the wolves were gone, it may have just meant little in number or not near the borders.  She looked to her leader and she hoped friend and waited. If he wished to go elsewhere she was fine with that.