She was out looking again. For what? Just about anything she could find. Food and Odin's attackers were at the top of her list. Whoever had done the damage to the Archer child had unknowingly made a grave mistake. Or maybe they did know what they were doing. Just the thought of some scum purposely hurting Odin made her blood boil. While the children weren't her own and they did get on her nerves sometimes, she cared for them because they were family. The wolves of Whitestone Monadnock accepted her, even loved her. The least she could do was return that feeling.
The pale dove kept her nose low to the ground at first but there was nothing but faint trails. She should have brought Wraith or Lorcan with her. Piety swore she always worked better around them. Perhaps it was because she felt so calm with them. They gave her a sense of confidence. Out here on her own, she felt useless and rather flimsy. This wolf she was supposed to be working on finding seemed to have such a broad description. Big, black, ugly scars, pale eyes. That description fitted someone who she didn't want to think would do this. But what did she know about him anyway? Probably nothing other than a name.
With a soft sigh she lifted her head away from the ground. Muddy eyes scanned the tundra to see if there was anything worthwhile out here. Maybe it was just a bad day.
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