Even left handed it is very persausive. I don' t find any traces of Ev or Dyl. I follow the wolves trail deeper into the brush and the trees. Darkness falling quickly as the trees grow thicker. I follow with my eyes trying to adjust to the dim light.
Sounds move in that faint haze.
Sounds and destiny and anger and hope and whatever else you care to call it. I slip along the trail, listening for sounds. Following and waiting for the sounds to become movements in the dark. When the sounds of growls become pointed muzzles that run through the thick smokey air and scream just before they strike. And they do.