Drums... drums in the deep

His attention was dangerously fixated on her as she continued her climb. If another predator stalked these tunnels, he wouldn't hear them coming. He watched as she reached the top and peered through. The shake of her head told him everything words could have, and he slowly relaxed his stance as she climbed back down. “I know.” He said, and perhaps he could have left it at that. Perhaps he should have. 


“I won't replace one wolf for another. I won't get him back at the cost of another life. Especially not this life, not you.” He said, his voice a warning growl before he turned his back on her and continued through the deep. They weren't far now from the source he knew if and had been using for the pack. Still no scent of Charlie, or any other wolf in the past few weeks caught his attention.