Bearclaw Valley nostalgia

wrapped up with ameline and then thrown into the quick-moving routine of a running pack, ancelin had regrettably not spent a lot of one on one time with his packmates. wanting to change that, he chose the first trail he found, following it until instinct dropped him down.
one of the younger wolves was hunting, and ancelin hung far back, not wanting to ruin her strike.
she was quick though. he pondered another hunt, perhaps for something that ran hard and fast. that was the best part of a chase to him, winding yourself on the blood.
his eyes watched with approval.