Its in the trees

The older woman has become the younger wolf’s shadow, the pair moving from one place to the next in silence. The sound of falls greets Tove’s ears as the pair followed the rapids and soon the roar can no longer be ignored. Kotori scents the air and the nebula-clad woman does the same, coming to the same conclusion the earthen male does. There is an elk nearby. He jogs forward, hopping down the rocky juttings of the face of the fall with Tove following carefully and, somewhat, closely behind.

Once their paws hit the ground, the scent of elk becomes stronger and Kotori glances to Tove, the older woman reading his intent in the few movements of his eyes. They take a wide circuit, moving into the trees until they find their target. Duel-toned eyes look to the young elk and she sizes it up before glancing to Ko. With a soft grunt and incline of her head, she draws his attention to elk’s back left leg, where a small wound seems to be troubling it. Eyebrows lift in quiet question.


"Tove Baade"