Shadow Mountain Hellraiser returns

His eyes followed the line of her muzzle to observe the nearby peak she indicated. He wondered momentarily if her pack ever saw his own meandering through the gaps in the forest that flanked the creek they were named for. If nothing else, he was sure they must have heard their howls.

Like his companion, the black wolf was not detecting much of interest on these once-claimed slopes. Then she reacted, seeming to catch the scent of something worthwhile, and he stopped with erect ears and watched her a moment before following after her. "Hmm." He lowered his nose to the turned soil. He confirmed there was nothing left.

"So who were these wolves? What made them poor neighbors?" He asked as he too circled, carefully inspecting the nearby surroundings for a better concealed cache. Crossing a fresh dribble of coyote urine brought a frown to his face.