We may have an extra day or so, Thalaea said, though she wasn’t sure. The hunters had lost their main tracking source, sure, but any hunter worth his salt should be able to follow animal tracks without the help of a hound’s nose. She may have bought the pack time, but perhaps not enough.
I would not feel safe waiting around, Salia said, and Thalaea breathed a discreet sigh of relief. He wanted to give his pack a day to hunt and eat their fill before we left. I told him we could hunt on the way; with our packs combined, we have more than enough scouts to run out and find smaller game. And we wolves are used to going without so others may eat. I’m sure most of us wouldn’t have a problem with letting the pregnant bitches eat most of what we obtain. Salia looked sidelong at Thalaea. Her pack
