I must've been searching for a while because the moment I looked up ― the sun went down.
I returned back to the den, watching Victor eat his ― possible ― tenth catch of the day. He looked up at me and licked his teeth clean of blood, sitting the leftover skin and bones on the plate.
"Found what you were searching for?" He asked, using part of the vertebrae to pick his teeth.
"No." I sat on the old couch that the humans had thrown out years ago and slouched on it. "Whoever it was had left knowing I was approaching them."
"Who?" Victor quirked an eyebrow. "Are you trying to tell me a wolf or human was lurking in our territory?"
"They had a wolf scent so it must be someone we know or within our area."
"Do you think it's him?" Victor asked, staring at me with a concerned expression.
