Haven’s ear twitched with every new howl, panting happily between bites of berries. Just as she was chewing one, she felt something grab lightly at the hairs on her tail. With a ‘yip’ she jumped up on all fours, muzzle a little purple from berry juice before barking once in a greeting to Rhyle. She nodded when the other girl bumped her shoulder, understanding they were off to find the others. Haven quickly sprinted after her, already wanting to race before Rhyle even encouraged it. Anytime she would edge ahead though, Haven would playfully sneak on her belly for a few seconds and then get up to sprint again, far behind, over and over. 
When they ran into Svan, Haven barked happily once more, before howling a warning to the others that their minutes were numbered as they were being hunted. Haven sniffed the ground as Rhyle played with Svan, hoping to catch some sort of scent. Someone was close, but all she could smell was wolf, not who it specifically was. She rolled around in the dirt for a second, just to let out some adrenaline before getting back up, tongue hanging as silly as ever. She spread out about 40 yards from Svan and Rhyle, going in a circle around them so she could spot if one of the others came running this way.