Big Salmon Lake Shinkō

A chilly breeze brushed against the sharp hairs along the white wolf’s hackles.

Shiranui turned back his gaze in search for @Bartholomew. The preacher had done well enough to keep up with the pace, stopping to wander in odd areas. The white wolf had followed and listened. He had shared his physical strength with the dog, aiding where it was needed.

Once he had found his paws had carried him to another lake, Shiranui paused upon its edge and listened to the lapping of the water. The white wolf bent his head to drink. When he lifted his snout upward, water dribbled from his chin. He was hungry, and he would have wagered that the dog was hungry, too. Perhaps it would do well to hunt.