The hunters were farther off now, chasing more easy prey for their trophies.
She had doubled back by secret trails, and now returned to the sounds of resumed joyful bird song, insects flitting, and the light breeze gently brushing along the tall, fluff-seeding grasses.
Yet the emptiness of his absence was profound.
The male wolf had left the region.
She growled low under her breath at how she could have been so foolish as to think that he might have been interested in her.
Candid Corvid Productions 