The Sunspire [m] teal arrow

The canyon—too close, still, but he hunted around the lush valley—and occasionally ventured into the upper reaches. They would find a place soon enough. For now, they would gather their strength.

Two smells assailed him as he continued upon the game-trail—something hot and pungent, unfamiliar to him. . .and that of his birthplace, his family's scents, the lush valley-sweet smell of—

The Creek, he muttered, and drew closer. A small woman, alone and questing.

He chuffed and laid hard golden eyes upon her, tongue swiping across his jowls. What are you doing here? he asked—even though he didn't have the authority to do so.

She could do as she pleased.

But why was a Creek wolf here?