Whitefish River all this on me

It was odd that the wolf didn't notice him following up behind her. Riley was about to question her observational prowess when she disappeared. He ducked under the same sheaf of low hanging branches she did and when he lifted his gaze she was suddenly there before him, stern and uncompromising.

Riley's response was delayed at best, showing a visible flinch well after his eyes tracked her form. He looked at her from his left eye, and then his right, turning back with a slow blink. "No. Who?"