Hoshor Plains up popped paleowolf

Another thread of scent wove itself into the patchwork blanket of the wind.

Moon Runner’s ears perked up, curious to know who else wandered these vast plains. A packwolf? A dispersal?

The odor was female and it was not long before the yearling spotted her among the tall grass.

She was similarly pale, mature and motherly. Moon Runner’s spirit couldn’t help but feel love as she remembered and missed Proud Mother.

Moon Runner loped towards her, equally amiable. Her body bent into a curve as she approached on the bias, as if asking for permission to share scent.