Deepwood Weald Kaggik

Many unexpected things had happened to the man in the moon territories. He had met many wolves. Each one of them had been memorable in their own way. 

Kannoyak’s ears perked. He lifted his head to the sound of the girl moments before she lost her footing and began to tumble down the hill. His plum-colored stare widened in surprise. For a moment, he froze in place. His legs stiffened, as though he might be at risk of the same thing. 

Breaking free, the white hunter hurried to the girl and sniffed for the telltale scent of blood. 

Are you alright? his voice broke the air as a quiet rumble.