Whitebark Stream Rose garden filled with thorns

before he would suffer the implosion of bearclaw, stigmata struck out from their reticent borders to check precisely on two things:

if there were any other packs that had popped up recently within the troughs of rising sun,

and if he could catch a whiff of the adventuress he'd met on his return-trip home.

stigmata was not naive enough to think he would turn much up of her other than a recently reinforced border, but fortune seemed to smile on him that day - as he spotted the very wolf he had been looking for; even further from her home than their first encounter. it was fate then, he could only surmise. she'd just won a dispute with a large fish when he came across her, and the wraith knew better than to toil around a woman and her food. he stayed a ways back, signaling the nameless glacier wolf with single boof to make himself known.

i can't believe this fits in my timeline xD