Whitebark Stream upon one summer's morning

Sadey was probably more honest than she shoulda been, but simple fact was Colt himself would tell the boy he wasn't a good wolf. He had a sense of pride in it, as ass backwards as it were. Though, if she was not mistaken, he had a hankering for the boys mother and that would possibly end badly on all parts. But if the red wolf did her own thing. Well that was on her head, not Sadey's.

Very well youngling.

She trotted towards the way she had smelled the warren and nosed towards it. They're that way.

Sadey shifted, the youth was actually possibly already bigger than she. He would probably do better than her with the chasing anyway. She shifted her body into a fluid stance, and waited for him to chase some rabbits her way.