Blacktail Deer Plateau Once Upon a Time I Sighed

Blue Willow could be as quiet as she could be talkative. Together, the two wolves proceeded silently through the wintry woods, Peregrine pausing intermittently to sniff the air or the ground. He kept his eye out for tracks on the snowy forest floor or for other signs of ungulates: piles of droppings, bark rubbed off trees, half-eaten leaves on the shrubs...

He eventually found something, though a little smaller than he would've liked. "Look," he whispered to his companion, stopping to indicate some delicate paw prints in the snow. They were barely noticeable and when he bent forward, he found them scentless. "It passed this way a while ago now. Let's follow them, though, and see if they don't lead us somewhere..."