Chapter 11As the scent of the wilds filled her nose, Leah ran. She’d lost her quarry a few times, but she was certain she had it now.
She felt the grass and dirt beneath the pads of her feet as she gave chase, her ears straining for the sound of the rest of her pack on the hunt.
Amy’s sharp breathing was coming from off to her side, a bit behind her. The other wolf assisting them for this hunt a bit further ahead, helping to herd the deer that they’d found wandering near the cabin toward their pursuit.
As she grew closer, Leah followed the signs of the deer’s passage from tracks on the ground and brush dislodged by its attempt to flee. She knew instinctively that she would have to be close to make the kill. The deer could run just as well as she could, and almost as far.
She began to c
