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The alpha paused and sniffed the tracks. Ka’ya kicked a nearby limb out of her way and continued on the trail. She wasn’t hungry – she hadn’t been hungry for the last three days. She’d let the wolfhounds go find their own dinner tonight. She needed to set up camp early anyway; she could feel the rain in the air.
Climbing up to higher ground, she found a section of rock wall with a large enough overhang that it should protect her and the wolfhounds from the majority of the rain if the storm turned out bad. She placed her bow and quiver against the back wall of the overhang, and removed her knapsack.
She scouted the area, picking up kindling and larger pieces of wood for a fire. A half hour later, she had the fire ring formed and a small fire burning. She pulled the long, weather-resis
