Jensen treaded silently through the forest, her feet not even crunching a single fallen leaf.
Today was the day she had been waiting for...the day when she could throw caution to the wind and become a tracker again.
Roxy walked silently by her side, her nose down, sniffing at the ground. She had picked up the scent from the shirt that Jensen had held to her highly sensitive nose. Connor was the bait, with her brother and a few of the warrior wolves acting as distractions.
Roxy had been hesitant to come to Jensen at first, with her new scent. The loyal dog had chuffed and growled at her owner, who now smelled of mountain lion. It had taken several minutes before Roxy recognized Jensen as her human, but when she did, it was game on, and they were out for the hunt.
“Ok girl,” she whispere
