Redtail Rise years ago,

New Snow, by now, had forgotten all things of dens as she trailed something she had yet to determine. Life changed by the minute; she might well whelp here, should instinct demand it of her. New Snow was a wolf driven by that more than anything else.

And it was that, then and there, that led her. Her gaze turned toward the wolf that joined her—girl no more! Her tail wagged to see one of the Rises several daughters, and New Snow paused in her pursuit to greet her. She was happy to be joined by the she-wolf; New Snow lived in the moment she was in with the wolf she was with, and so she bounded happily toward the other wolf with a wagging tail. These bounds paused as the other bounded away, but New Snow picked up on why soon enough. 

The hunter rumbled her happy acceptance to follow, and stepped alongside her with an excited lick of her chops.