Whitebark Stream meddleborn

The offending male fled, bringing in tow the Chieftan, his wife, and catching up from a distance, the hunter who pursued simply because a game of chase could not be turned down. He had eyes on the man who fled from them, and he stretched out his stride so that he might catch up with his packmates, slowing only when they did though he drifted a bit further than them, so he could stop and investigate the fleeing wolf’s tracks, and log the scent.

He looked then to Sun Eater and Keda, who looked unharmed. He sniffed and shook out his shoulders, grateful for the chance to stretch out into a full run. The Malinois mix still had energy left. Want me to track him? He offered.