Whitebark Stream upon one summer's morning

The youngling caught on pretty quickly, but not quick enough for Sadey's liking. Though she didn't speak her distaste, yet. It would depend how this meeting would go. She wasn't the easiest to get along with, at best she could be called irritating at worst prickly, nasty, mean, cold. She'd be soft and warm once and look what it got her, broken hearted and alone.

Did I say you did, youngling. Though I figured I could return some of your wolf's time and medicine with hunting. Happened to see you.

She tilted her head, eyeing him, taking in the way he sat himself. He'd make a fine hunter someday, but he had to get there first. 

You didn't notice me at first. You should be aware of your surroundings at all times. Trust me on that one. Some foul beast set upon you before you even have time to think, you don't keep a weather eye.