Redtail Rise where has the water gone?

Empty. Or so she thought…

The sound of purposeful wolf’s breath made her ears orbit to find its maker.

The wind carried scent. Aged meat. Male wolf. Familiar…

Among the greenery was a shock of cool-white fur.

Icemelt!

Moon Runner was surprised, but pleased, to learn the vagrant orbited the Rise. She confidently loped toward him, but her steps were loose, friendly, and without intensity. Her figure had improved since the last time they had seen one another. She had recovered, though there was still weight to be gained.

A glance at his prize. She did not want to insinuate she meant to take his food, and so she tactfully looked away. A lip lick to prove her peaceful nature.

Under any other circumstances, Moon Runner might have driven away a competing wolf... but something about Icemelt had sparked her interest. In addition, there was a chance he had seen which way Wealda had gone...