Bearclaw Valley Too bad but that’s the life you lead

The mountain wolf had hung back, kept pace at a distance. Being surrounded by new faces had kept her mind from drifting over the course of travel but she had permitted to glance away at times, taking in the land around them. The snow-capped mountains that towered near continued to call. For the time being, she ignored them. Surely she would find the time to explore herself, stretch her mountaineering muscles and witness all the spires had to offer.

At the approach of the sunken valley, the wraith continued to linger behind. She watched the whelps dart away to their home. An ear flicked at Cole's comment from where he stood near the edge. Her head tilted back and her nostrils flared, bringing in all of the scents she would have to grow accustomed to.