Sleepy Fox Hollow Down the road

Donnie lowered his head and sniffed a scent left behind by a wolf not long ago. It was not one that he recognized, and he was too young to realize that it was a scent which belonged to a wolf in a pack. All he knew was that the scent was fresh, and it led somewhere- perhaps somewhere that would be kind and help him find his way home. 

He did not hear the other wolf's vocalization, but looked up suddenly when movement caught his eye. They stared at each other for a moment, but Donnie was quick to turn back his ears and allow his scraggly tail to wave at his hocks. He uttered a silent huff, in greeting, and flicked his ears forward, as a suggestion that he was friendly.

Behind him, the panther shifted and flicked its tail. A young, lanky beast, its impatience cost it some amount of secrecy, as its lashing tail snagged on a branch and stripped a couple leaves away.