Maddow and I peer into the distance, waiting for a sign that Kevin is coming. Maddow remains as still as a statue, focused on the forest before us. After a few minutes, we become impatient, and Maddy paces along the pack boundary. We must restrain ourselves from going any further.
Maddow is just about to turn around and walk back to where we were sitting when we hear some rustling. Maddow pricks her ears, but it's just a deer. Disappointed, Maddow lies down on the ground. Chelsea comes over and comfortingly presses her snout against Maddow's.
Then I smell the wonderful scent of pine needles with a hint of chocolate. Enthusiastic, Maddow gets up and peers into the woods to see where our mate is, but he is nowhere to be seen. Then, I suddenly see something moving in the corner of my eye.
