She began to whimper, calling for Cloud Dancer and Grim Tooth as she searched for any whiff of their trail.
But then – there was the scent of another closing in.
Moon Runner’s tail tucked defensively as she spun around, eyes flicking across the dense forest from bole to bole.
A spray of red and white hair. She thought of Pale Buffalo Hunter's patchwork pelage.
A low rumble bubbled in her throat. A warning.
Who goes there? the Spirit said without words.