Crawling in my skin

Katja had spent a lomg night patrolling the borders alone, as she was wont to do, for after all not all danger would politely wait for the pack to be awake before it made its move. As the sun rose over the mountain she had broken her fast with a snowshoe hare and, not yet ready to call it and return to the gorge to sleep, she had taken the time to scout the caribou herd that was once more beginning to gather in the north. When she had returned to the waterfall to refresh herself withthe cold, tumbling water it was to find Vereux hovering listlessly. One of the few Ebony wolves who had been loyal enough to the pack to stay despite the change in leadership, who had made his vows and fought to be a warrior. It was clear that not all was right with the male by the way he held himself. Katja observed him coolly for a moment from a distance before moving briskly to join him. She seated herself beside the male silently, for the moment simply being there and waiting to see when, if, he would speak on his own.