Whitefish River pixels

Arlo does not look back to see if the child does as she is told. He does not know his motive as he moves forward but he doesn’t have to find anything soon as he runs into another wolf up ahead. She is light in color, contrasting the puppy he is toting along, and he slows to a stop to watch her drink from the cool water. His ears move upon his head, cupping forward at first but eventually they fall back against his head in consideration. He does not notice the red contrast of her fur at first, turning his head back the way he’d come to determine his next course of action.
 
Instead of approaching, he carefully back pedals and turns right, disappearing into the thick of  trees to watch and see where the other is going.