The red wolf snarled her frustration.
I couldn't blame her. I was getting frustrated with them myself.
The black wolf let out a soft growl, and she turned to the east.
We need to change the game.
They might be trying to overwhelm us here, but what about if we changed where we are?
The red wolf gives the black wolf her attention. The black wolf nods toward the rising ridges to the east — where the forest grew wilder, rougher. Fewer paths. Steeper terrain. But harder, more worthwhile games.
These females aren't fighters. Their nobles, only as close to their wolves as their vanity and need for power would allow them to be.
It wasn’t where most wolves hunted, so it's where we'll go because I'm sure they won't be able to follow.
The black wolf takes the lead, and the red wolf takes th
