His wolf saw you before he did. One second, he was skinning a bear and the next his wolf burst of running in the complete opposite direction. “Herron!” He barked, standing and bounding after his animal.

Running through the snow was hard when he was running from a bear in full gear, but running after his animal was ten times worse.

He couldn’t see what Herron was chasing, but he could see when he stopped. He stood, panting and catching his breath and got a look at what he was doing.

The animal’s snout was pressed into… somebody’s head, examining them. Yours.