Honeyed Pasture Antlers and Hooves

Heph had been staying in the Wilderness, going a few days journey outside the Heartwood, but not much further than that when she picked up a familiar scent. Her tail swished behind her, this scent was intermingled with something older but not by much, a doe. While she had no desire to interrupt a hunt she had also enjoyed hunting with Rodyn. His company had been good and he had been fair and generous to his word which could hardly be said of all wolves.

Careful not to make too much noise she followed at as quick a pace as silence would afford her until she happened upon him. His quarry was further down in the meadow and appeared to be holding her leg rather stiffly, though whether she was relaxed and resting it or it was truly hurt would be revealed better with movement Heph thought. "Rodyn, it's good to see you looking well." There was a question laced gently in the friendly observation, her voice carrying gently over her words as not to disrupt the caribou or him overmuch.