Dawnlark Plains currant

She didn’t deign to answer, though Cambria assumed it was because they were drawing closer to their quarry. He took her silence as a cue, falling mum himself but keeping an eye on Redd’s movements. She moved like a four-legged homing missile, paying no attention to the two males whatsoever until she turned to glance at them both.

Her look commanded Ruckus to stay back, right after she shot a soundless inquiry at Cambria. His ears pulled back as he hesitated. He didn’t know what she wanted of him and would require some guidance… unless, of course, he decided to take some initiative and use a little bit of deductive logic.

The yearling stepped closer to Redd, capturing the scent and sussing out details. He identified it as belonging to a young doe. His heart quickened a little and he looked at the she-wolf’s face, trying to read her expression. He’d said he wanted experience, though this seemed like a tall order for a pair of wolves, one of them inexperienced.

He took a breath and squared his shoulders, then returned his attention to the trail. Cambria prowled forward, sensing a need for utmost caution. He remembered the way Ulfhedinn had charged at the caribou, instigating a chase. Would they use a similar tactic here and now?