Great Bear Wilderness the wolf bites back

he doesn’t explain why he’s there or how long he’s been watching. instead, his gaze lingers briefly on her before shifting away, scanning the trees with a practiced detachment. his posture is rigid, disciplined, giving no hint of emotion or intent.

he speaks again, quieter this time, eyes distant as he looks around and he, too, peels from the mouth of the cavern. unable to hide his amusement that she hadn't noticed him. storm’s passed. path ahead’s clear.