Triple Shit Infinity

Rhythm felt herself growing accustom to the leisure of retirement. She still felt the tug of depression at her almost daily, but she was making it through as well as was expected. She had been surprised to feel the ground thundering beneath her, the bison didn’t often stampede. She was quite safe as she lounged on the boulder that covered her den, but even as they giant creatures drew more near she felt herself become nervous. Rhythm could not see them, but with the trembling of the earth she could tell they were swerving away from where she lay.

She hadn’t expected the sound of wolf feet as the bison turned away. Perking her chocolate ears she looked in the general direction of the stranger. Her scent told her she was an alpha, but nothing else of the female was any kind of similar. She must have been the source of the stampede, but she didn’t smell blood. ”Are you alright?” Rhythm asked from her perch, curious if the errant hooves might have crushed a tail or a paw.