The sea princess was desperate to find her younger sister. She had detected the scent of the mute Mizuno close to where the Bella wolves were currently denning and had lost it just as quickly as she had found it. The further north she went, the more frequent she found the little fisher’s scent — but every time she found it again it was different. It seemed that little Pip was doing a much better job at adapting to her new surroundings; the salty stench that engulfed all the sea wolves was slowly leaving her little sister. The thought made her heart throb and her head hurt. They needed to be back home, where they belonged; not here.
A frown cut across her lips as she weaved through the trees, her mix-matched eyes burning with determination. Being surrounded by so many trees was not ideal — she missed the feeling of coarse sand between her toes and the barnacle-covered rocks that littered the shore. She missed the tide pools that were home to the many clams she and her family often gorged on, and he rushing river that was home to the fish she caught for the pack. The trees — this was Blitz’s element. He was the hunter; he knew how to expertly maneuver through the dense foliage. To her, it was nothing but an annoyance and she wanted nothing to do with it. Unfortunately, until the sea wolves came to a conclusion what to do about their new surroundings, she would have to put up with it. Hopefully it would only be temporary.
As she went further north the scents began to change. She was close to pack territory, which meant she had to be careful. Niq’x kept her distance, her nose pressed to the ground to ensure she did not cross over any borders. The last thing she wanted was a scuffle with a pack wolf. She merely wanted to find her sister, and from what she could tell these wolves knew something — it was where her sister’s scent was the strongest.