Moonspear Curiosity of the Wolf

Whisper had no notion that another wolf had been spying on her, just as she had been secretly watching that pack, nor did she know she was being followed by that exact same wolf. Whisper stopped to catch her breath before taking off in a sprint. Nightfall was decending faster than she'd hoped and she knew that as soon as it became dark she would have to rely entirely on her sense of smell.

Whisper had traveled miles from the vacated bear den that she had found and feared that she might have to spend the night in the bitter winter cold as she did the winter before. She shutters at the memory of herself waking to the pain of the frost that would most likely build up on her fur.