A Kill A Day . . . [Sirius]

He wandered through the woods with ease, knowing them as well as he knew his own pack lands. He explored them frequently. Bast prowled somewhere to his left, he didn’t need to scent her to know that she was around. She was his shadow, and had been since he found her as a small cub. Marshal he had left behind to watch over his sneaky kids.

The evening shadows were long, and the distant hooting of an owl told him the time of day as easily as the sky. He would have to get a move on if he intended to bring back super to the Missis.

He was just putting extra speed into his trott, when he heard the sound of breaking leaves to his right, where Bast was. The signal to gain his attention. He crouched low, and slunk forward, searching for what his companion had found, when he almost stumbled over the stranger. The wind had not worked in his favour, blowing his scent away from him until he was almost on top of her.