Otter Creek january

Scents carried on the wind always seemed to string Damsel along, for better or for worse.

This one is a rather sad looking creature, she nearly feels bad for it - but the hound knows better than to feel sympathy for such violent brutes. A growl emanates from her throat followed by a snarl, and then the trademark howl-bark of her breed.

They are only about ten metres apart, closer than Damsel usually allows herself, but now there is something to protect. She will chase it east or north, away from the direction of her lands.

@Barley is not far. She will be fine so long as he is watching, listening.