Akita's P.O.V.
Naomi had returned empty handed. She had looked everywhere for Kenai but after hearing a single shot shortly after the sun has risen over the mountains she gave up hope. The pack mourned Kenai in an unusual way. Instead of grieving by moping around, they were more determined than ever to get back on the caribou’s track.
Akita had noticed the packs changes over the past few days, changes that normally she wouldn’t have noticed. Things like the way the pack had grown smaller, not that many wolves had gone missing or died, but in the way that they stayed closer together. In the beginning of their journey to track the caribou each wolf had kept their distance from each other and some we only seen at night. Now they made sure everyone was in sight at all times.
The caribou were moving faster than Akita had expected, each day they covered more and more land than the day before. Akita’s paws had become sore from trying to keep up with Naomi but she had managed to stay right by her side at all times. Each night they snuggled closer and closer together knowing that no matter what they would have each other and for Akita that was all she needed.
