Sleepy Fox Hollow Down the road

Anselm was another unaware of the danger that lurked in the woods — but he was aware of Donnie. His patrols of the borders also served as daily retinue of scent; and today, close to the outer fringes of Paleo, he detected another. 

He followed his nose for as long as it would let him. Occasionally he thought there was some other odor mixed in with the damp pinestraw and heady canid scent, but any detection he had was faint and he pushed on. 

An ash-blonde youth came into his vision. Anselm cleared his throat with a low rumble. The wolf was much too young to be an imminent threat, and from his condition he’d been alone for some time — but Anselm kept his vigil.