Dec 18th, late afternoon/dusk Cloudy -15C/5F
Also, they are near the border but not over it
Sachiel had told her that Quaking Vale was where all the orange trees are and so far the two pups had not seen anything orange. Mabel hadn’t even known that trees could be orange until the fall and all the oaks had changed colours and their leaves had fallen. But these trees they were looking for must be orange all the time or else Sachiel wouldn’t have mentioned it. So they just kept heading south because that was the direction that they were supposed to be going, and it had been a little over a full day so they must be getting close.
Besides, Mabel didn’t mind if it took a little longer than expected because they were going to be in huge trouble when they got home. Whatever. Any thoughts she had of being grounded (and there weren’t very many) were completely gone when they found one of the main trails the wolves in this pack used. They followed it all the way back until they reached the borders and then with tails waving a mile a minute they lifted their muzzles and called for Sachiel. This was going to be so worth it.