Whitefish River Drawn Back Again

Unknowingly, her thoughts echoed those of the wolf she watched through the rocks, keeping well on his trail for no other reason than boredom, and the potential that he may be useful in some way. Somehow, she always ended back in Teekon, no matter where her wanderings took her. Last she'd been here, she'd done little but pass through, but the cold of the north had pulled her back down here, where the winters were at least manageable. A silent wraith skilled now in the act of stalking, the woman shadowed the male as he moved, moving through the rocks with an easy grace, perfectly hidden among the snowy rocks.