Ava raced through the forest on powerful legs, hot on the other Wolf’s tail. The forest in springtime was beautiful, but with Mia taking the reins, it was otherworldly.
Her nostrils flared, taking in a thousand unseen sights; a family of squirrels chattered away nervously as they watched the two Wolves below, safely perched in the hollow of the ancient oak tree they called home.
She heard a doe and her baby cautiously wait for the potential threat pass them by; even though they stood completely still, the ultra-fast pitter patter of their heartbeats sung to her dual spirit like a ballad. Fortunately for them, she had other prey in mind.
Ava came upon a stream and paused as she momentarily lost her prey’s scent. Dipping her broad, tapered snout low to the mossy forest floor, she drew
