Iktome Plains but she was right, sera

Zero. Sorcerer grinned at his old companion, greeting her with a subtle body sway and wag of his tail.

The only companion he truly kept as it were. Number One, as she called him, was too much a wanderer to maintain arrangements for long and he sought things which were different from most. But more importantly, Zero never asked more of him than he wanted from her. There had always been an easy understanding between them.

Sorcerer swept his gaze from the mouse foot to the direction its orientation indicated. Then he darted forward, seizing the foot in a play bow. He froze for half a heartbeat before dropping onto his stomach and crossing his forelegs. The foot, he crunched and swallowed.

There's a grotto, he began. Far north along the shore at the base of a sheer cliff. Too far to scratch warnings in the snow and too far to show her. Some wolf likes to store meat in there but some of it is tainted. Sorcerer gave Zero a look. And then he smiled.

To Sorcerer's disappointment, Zero had another trajectory in mind for herself and declined his invitation to mischief. But he knew their paths would cross again one day and she might join him then. For now, he enjoyed her brief company while he had it.