Clayton padded out of her den with a smile. The rust pup stretched, his white soft paws getting mud and dry dirt on his pads. He shook his pelt, it glowing in the bright sun. He flicked his ears and padded into the forest, on a small hunting excursion. He was silent, barely audible as he padded along through the spacious forest. Al the noises he heard were birds chirping and yipping of elk, about a mile away. Was it a hunter? If it was, they couldn't come here without taking an hour.