6 months ago, I was beaten to a pulp. It took me a few days of recovery for which he never visited me. It took everything in me to sneak through the maiden tunnels to get to Emma as quietly as I could.
But I’m a white wolf. We can mask our scents.
I got us to the territory line and rejected my mate with my baby laying on my shoulder.
“Mommy I see a shed”
“ oh umm, hmm… let me look inside. Grab my shirt so I know your here please”
Emma does as she asked and I quickly open the door.
‘Do you smell anything’ I ask my wolf.
‘No one is in here, but I think someone’s been here before. It smells delicious’
That has me standing rigid.
‘What do you mean delicious?’
‘ can’t you smell that? It’s okay to relax. You know I’d keep us and our pup safe’
I take a moment to close my eyes and let my other senses come forward.
There in the back corner is very faint scent. She right. It smells so good.
I’ll just commit this to memory. We need that table so we can feed Emma.
But I don’t see a table.
“Emma I don’t see a table I’ll just process the deer on the ground but we’ll have to wash it good before we freeze it. Haha no one likes to eat dirt.”
“ okay mom but I smell something”
“Do you? I think I do too. But let’s just be careful. We don’t know if this person is safe or friendly “
With that we turn and head back to the front of the house. We quickly see the deer and a machete next to it. Another note on the deer.