They didn't stay too long out with their picnic blanket and basket, even if they were in Silver Hurst territory, they were in the forest. And Carmine started to feel a little uneasy the longer they stayed, so Layla offered to pack everything up and they started to make their way back.
" I'm sorry for cutting it short," Carmine told her cousin. "I just have this feeling that we should get back, is all. "
A wolf's life depended on his instinct, on how well he could follow it. Any wolf that disregarded his instincts, simply to keep everyone around him comfortable, was ridiculous.
"Don't worry about it," Layla shook her head.
"I felt something off, too."
Sometimes, if a scent was very, very faint, then they couldn't pick up on it immediately.
They struggled to hone things that were too difficult to process, and their body just gave them an instruction. There might be a drifter wolf passing through, and his scent had reached them, too faint for them to process what was happening .
