Duck Lake ain't that a kick in the head?

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Steph was too curious not to follow Phas' trail once things had begun to settle down in Easthollow. She followed the blood trail through Fox's glade, where it mingled with another's. They smelled similar, and Steph could only assumed that it was a pack mate of hers. There's hadn't been another wolf who helped attack Steph's little sibling, so why would her pack mate simple wait here while the pack tried their best to tear her apart? These were questions that Steph may never know the answers to. 

The smell of Duck Lake brought her forth just in time to see a wolf and a deer get into it. Well, not exactly. The wolf looked like he just got hit in the head, and then went still. Once the deer had left the scene, Steph trotted over to the still figured, her nose trying to discern if she knew this wolf. Had he been in the same back as their brief meeting nearly twelve moons ago, she might have an inkling of who he was. But, it had been a fleeting introduction, one that Steph did not recall. 

But, the male had one good things going for him. He didn't smell like the wolf who attacked the Easthollow pup. So, she sat back on her haunches, watching the trickle of blood come from the gash in his head. He looked to still be breathing, so her intent was to wake him up by cleaning the blood from his fur, and then licking his face. Hopefully he wouldn't wake up with a fuss.