The Heartwood I'm at One

After the little meeting, Heph had lingered. Partly this was because of Atka. Seeing the other wolf again she had wished to be in her presence a moment longer. But perhaps more largely she wished to see what the pack would decide to do and maybe some small cowardly part of her did not wish to return to the Heartwood (hopefully brimming with some sort of usable information) only to find it empty and abandoned and her own paws having a ways left to travel towards unfamiliar lands.

She hunted idly, more to fill the stretches of time where she returned from shorter ventures and filled caches at a lackadaisical and unpredictable pace. But when she heard the low thrum of a song hummed she found herself turning her head to catch the direction. It was Dreven. With a quirk of her lips she quickly changed direction - not because she was particularly fond of his presence, but she was curious and curiosity often trumped sense when there was intrigue to be had.

If her own efforts had been uniform and haphazard then Dreven's could only be listed as bordering obsessive. She guessed that he had been hunting, or was at the very least tracking down his next quarry though she thought he was probably scaring the smaller game away. "Care for a second?" Her tone was airy and light as she skirted the edges of his periphery, only half-approaching him. Hunting with Atka had once more accustomed her to hunting in pairs and she found herself missing it though she would not give up the often-solitude of freedom for much anything. She was comfortable following his lead on the hunt, although she supposed he might meet her with a growl to leave him be in which case she was just pondering whether she would be be on her way or engage him for some other entertainment.