Bearclaw Valley Where’s the fire? What’s the hurry about?

Ameline felt less concern for their well-being with the wounds that had been dealt. Torn once already, she figured that her shoulder would heal the same as it had before- the foolish thought of one who was still young, and could enjoy their body’s ability to heal for some time yet. She saw only handsomeness in her husband’s features, though she did take care to help him keep the wounds clean. 

She was about to speak about the smoke when she caught sight of something dark in the distance, moving through the meadow toward their home. Not in a straight line- it moved this way and that from time to time as if avoiding poor footing- but aimed nevertheless toward the valley’s entrance. 

She uttered a soft tsk! to her mate and gestured with her chin in the direction of the approaching wolf. The smoke confused her sense of smell and the wind direction betrayed her. 

She crouched on the boulder and continued to watch- curious to see if it was Annorak who had come back for a third time, and prepared to fend him off if she was correct.