Herbalists' Cache [m]One for the money, two for the show

The cache was a stretch from Akashingo’s borders. The young wolf had ventured through the canyon and had been spat out at the western base of the mountains. From there, he had continued his journey, drifting north until he had found himself in a pleasant wooded area. Over his shoulder, Stormchaser could see the mountain range that stood imposingly behind him.

Hunger gnawed at his stomach. It had been some time since he had filled himself on proper food. The territory was fit for it, he thought. Giving chase would be difficult where the brush grew in impassably thick stocks.

Acho!

Stormchaser froze, ears pinned high on his head. The yearling’s lean frame shifted until he had pointed his stare on… two others. How had he not noticed them?

Prowling, the boy hid himself in the shadows and waited to see if they had noticed him too.