Cedar Sweep Tree Side Acquaintance [Hviske]

Hviske followed Creed on quiet, slender legs. The young one had always been a silent wolf, both in movement and of tongue. He hated speaking without being sure what to say, so the opportunity to think before speaking after a heartfelt and saddened reliving of his past experiences was welcomed. 

His nose lay just off the forest floor, sniffing in one direction and then the other, until the odor of hare found its way to him. It smelled like the hare had gone north, or... maybe northeast? The wolf's grey head tilted, nose twitching furiously in his attempt to find precisely where the hare had gone. 

A white paw stepped northeast, uncertain.