stuff. “Don’t be surprised if someone checks in on you while you’re out here.” The pack leader stated. “I’d expect nothing less,” I shrugged. “Good, and next time?” I nodded for him to continue, figuring that the next part was a verbal backhand. “Warn the pack ahead of time, Mister Fields.” He threw out the comment in an offhanded manner. Worry crawled across my mind as he slipped away. Their Alpha had known my name. Shit. I stood there trying to puzzle it out. There were only a few people that knew my last name. Fewer still were aware I could track. As I walked away from the slowly rising sun I tried to puzzle out how exactly he knew me. The woods were far enough north that the pack was probably different than the ones back home. Was it Daniel sending someone to keep tabs on me? Perhaps. He was the only person I knew locally. So much for thinking I had been sneaky in my escape. Daniel might have set out feelers to every contact he had in the area to track down the elf. An elf I still didn’t know the name of. My shirt was exchanged for something fresher. Scratches on either leg were carefully washed out then bound with torn strips from the old clothing. I had expected worse. Nothing here would leave a scar. While walking it occurred to me how pointless this entire trip had been. Me, trying to track an elf into the forest. Not only could he outrun me, he would out-survive me. Clever, if his goal was to escape, then a forest was the perfect place. Wolves’ inability to smell elves was typical. They had hyper senses, but elves moved through nature without many traces. Entire packs had been decimated due to forest ambushes during the civil war. My advantage was tracking. The distance between the elf and I had lessened yesterday. Tracking could lead me home too. My apartment was an unerring and nearly ceaseless pull. The four years away had been tough. I had been sitting in a studio that I rented by the week when my memories of home flooded in out of nowhere. I was on the continental bus home before my brain had fully registered what was happening. As for this current situation. Another day or two wouldn’t hurt. This elf was mine to hunt. Autumn’s onset created a colorful landscape to travel through. Hours later there was a deliberate crunch in the fallen leaves. I carefully looked towards the source of the noise. A furry face stared back. There was a patch of darker fur over his right eye. It didn’t look familiar so I grunted and kept moving. My tail had arrived and was likely reporting back on my position through whatever pack mind wolves possessed. That tidbit wasn’t exactly common knowledge, but I had friends and enemies in the right places. Julianne had given me that advice after one of my earliest jobs put me up against a small pack instead of a lone wolf. My asking around had given him a heads up. Got my ass handed to me. Things evened out in the end. Pack finds out you’ve gotten them involved in bad debts and some of their more civic minded members solve the issue. My tail, correction, the wolf and his tail were never very far from sight. His eyes stared unblinking at me nearly every moment of the journey. I found a stream to drink from. The drink barely reduced growing hunger pains. Two days without water would have been detrimental. Two days without food was bearable. Starvation wasn’t new. There had been hungry days while I traveled. “Did the boss give me a time limit?” I asked. No yip, no bark or howl. The wolf did manage to tilt his head and glare. His fur didn’t look familiar to anyone I remembered. Similar markings ran in a family. Patches here, patterns, colors, shades. Dog breeders could spot literal family members in a pack with unerring accuracy. Pack members hated dog breeders as a general rule. “No?” The wolf sniffed and wandered off, vanishing behind a tree. My large dumb self hadn’t thought to bring any food before I started this little