King Elk Forest milton doesn't know what is going on

She had learned a very important lesson: if you find a puppy alone in the world, turn around and walk the other way. Whatever the outcome of her interaction with Crow, the yearling had decided it just wasn't worth the risk of pissing off a nearby guardian... no matter how altruistic her motives had been in asking if he had needed help, nor how well-intentioned her swift correction of his shitty manners. It screamed against her instinct to protect the small, but her sense of self-preservation was too strong to want to risk a fatal misunderstanding.

So, Treepie followed the river south until she found herself back under the cover of trees. Breathing deep with a slightly open mouth, she could taste the tangy, dusty, metallic scent of ungulate. A herd lived here, though there was no sign that they had been nearby any time recently. Still, Treepie remained alert. If she happened upon a stag, it would not fear a solitary wolf.

As she moved deeper into the wood, a soft humming floated in the air. Treepie followed it.