Big Salmon Lake Turn to Smoke

Geez, I totally forgot about this. So sorry.

They worked down through heavy bush and foliage, lean legs carrying them swift as the southern wind as they rushed down the hill towards the scent of deer as they browsed and grazed among the grasses of early spring. But he saw ears swivelling and the harsh trample of hooves on wood as the herd fled in a panicked stampede. Perhaps the southern wind had given their scent way, carried the pungent smell of death that cloaked wolves eternally into their midst. He slowed to a stop, as they both watched the deer bound off into the gloom of the dusk forest and once again they sat with empty bellies.

He bid his hunting partner goodbye, pale and chestnut form flickering into the shadows of the forest as he moved away with nary a flicker more of conversation.