the thrill of the hunt

Finally. After years of searching, Slater had finally found her. He was secretly glad that the bobcat had not finished her off; that was his job and his alone. Minor wounds from the outside were fair game. He had stood watching from the shadows directly across from her as she fought and then nursed her wounds. An unfamiliar tan-and-white wolf arrived on the scene, talking about boring things that didn't involve Slater. He could feel himself starting to get antsy, and Shade began talking in his head, a bunch of chatter that meant nothing in particular. He couldn't lose it now. Liste was too close, and there were witnesses, others that would know he had returned.



He couldn't allow that to happen. Not yet.



Quietly, he made his way closer to her, weaving between the trees. Slater made very little noise as he approached, but as he got nearer her, he stopped. Perhaps if he stared at her long enough, she'd feel it and become uncomfortable. He surely didn't want the other wolves to catch him in the act.