Just Talkin' To Myself, Don't Mind Me

He had been tracking down a wounded doe trailing behind her at a space keeping her at a run. He was tiring her down until she got worn out, then from there he would take her down. His endurance had already carried him a good bit of distance, but the doe wasn't ready to go down and he was in no hurry to waste his energy running after her. The hunter's nose was skilled and he wasn't going to loose this hot trail. The tall lanky wolf trotted along at an even pace conserving his energy for when it would be really needed. Meanwhile his prey was wearing down by the minute and soon he would be able to take her down, though at this distance it would be hard for him to get the prey back home on his own.

Though another scent mingled in with her trail and soon a light colored female came into view. He slowed down as he approached her. He wasn't sure if she saw the deer, perhaps she did.

"Hello!" he called out. "You didn't happen to see a wounded doe come through here did you?"

He came to a stop a few feet away, her scent being carried in a different direction so he didn't get a whiff of Clay's scent that was on her.

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