Distantly Related, Closer Than You Know

Kavdaya stopped as her nose picked up the barely noticeable scent border around the vast plains ahead of her. Gazing off into them, she could see a few patches of woodland, with a few hills. Something about the scents here was familiar. But they weren’t Nomads. Not Nomads, but still familiar. She bent her head and took a deep sniff. Two adults, a male and a female, and four younger wolves. The adult female was the one who smelled so familiar. Like family. She stepped back, head cocking. It wasn’t a pack, but the border she smelled was like that of a pack. Was this a home base, then? She didn’t want to step over that faint boundary, in case it was a pack that was lax on scent marking their borders, or liked a low profile.

But damned, was she ever curious. So she turned and followed that faint borderline, deciding to see what lay inside from a respectful distance. She could see several good herbs in there, and her paws itched at the temptation. She shook out her snowy white coat, flicking her tail in indecision. So tempting, but no, she wasn’t going to risk her hide, even for herbs. She found a stream trickling through and stopped, lowering her head for a long drink, though her ears kept up a constant swiveling routine, straining for any sounds from within.

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think