Bearclaw Valley But you know that when the truth gets told

The young wolf ventured across the valley, her gaze sweeping over the area as she walked. After her time spent with Machiavelli down west, she has taken directions towards her next stop. The gold surrounding her eye glimmered in the autumn sun, shiny brightly. She was still extremely grateful for all he had done. Perhaps one day she’d get the chance to repay him.

For now though, she would focus on finding Kekoa. There was still a slimmer of hope that he was alive, after all. At least, that’s what she was convincing herself of.

Her train of thought was interrupted by the scent of another canine. Her nose had always been one of her stronger senses. It usually caught anything before her eyes or hearing ear did. The girls eyes lit up. Maybe this stranger could’ve ran into Kekoa!

Only one way to find out. She thought, picking up pace as she continued on.