Tinker woke up and admired Warren as he entered his morning stretches. His muscles rippled and his fur had sort of a morning softness about it. She raised her head when he froze in the doorway of the cave, testing the air. She tensed when his hackles rose. Slowly, she eased from the sleeping position to try to see around him.<br/><br/>There was a sense of urgency about his movements and he followed her when she went out to relieve herself. Nothing he said or did gave her a clue about what the problem was, not really. She smelled the other wolves, but thought little of it. She couldn’t see anyone around that was bothering them. Packs often hunted at night, even in bad weather. They had probably been drawn by the scent of the carcasses, especially with the one they had brought back to their sleeping place.<br/><br/>Still, she felt compelled to eat quickly and then they left the cave, with Warren setting a grueling pace. Throughout the morning,they were silent with each other. Tinker wanting to ask but reluctant to do more than to follow him.