Digging a hole to china

The older, scarred wolf cannot help but give a rough, dry chuckle at the younger boy’s enthusiasm about fighting a bear. Looking to him, mirth sparking in her duel-toned eyes, Tove says, “Just wait until you kill one.” A wink is given before she turns her attention back to their trap. While she might not have killed the bears that took Bodin from her, she knows that they were hunted down and killed by the band. It is a small comfort in the dark void that has become her life since that fateful day.

Hopping out of the pit, the pair cover their trap and, once Tove is satisfied that is hidden, she looks to Mitros. A small smile appears on scarred lips as she says, “Deer or pronghorn?” She had seen both wandering about nearby and it would be easy to herd them in this direction. Once the younger wolf picks, she directs him to lead the way to nearest herd and falls into step behind him.


"Tove Baade"