Blacktail Deer Plateau Pack Search for a She-wolf

Grayday was up on the ridge with his daughter, sniffing around the borders with his good eye to the valley floor. Every so often, he would pause to lift his leg or scratch at the ground, and the girl that trailed him would copy the motions as best she could.

He paused, though, when an unfamiliar scent caught his attention. They got a lot of traffic along their river border and the valley floor, where wolves stopped by to take a drink before moving on through the bottle neck and into the coast. But rarely were they near enough for Grayday to smell them so strongly.

"Over there," said his daughter, nudging Grayday's chin until his face was pointed toward a pale, blurry figure. 

With a grunt of thanks toward Easy, he turned to face the interloper more fully and adopted a dominant stance. Easy stood just behind him, looking on with sharp, anxious eyes.

"Is there something you need?" he called out, hoping that if this was another intruder, the presence of a strong male would dissuade her from trying her paw at Morningside.