Swiftcurrent Creek Here we go again

At some point, Damsel ceased caring about borders. The light scent of wolf urine did nothing to stop her from entering the creek territory.

She trotted about for a time, lapped at the rushing water and used trees to scratch an itch or three; she had to hope it wasn't fleas. Finally the hound scooped up a rabbit, feeling rather pleased with herself she searched for a place to settle and eat. She was yet to see a wolf, not until the end of a tail popped out from behind a tree some distance away.

She paused for only a moment, eyes narrowed to try and get a better look.