A new scent had began to permeate through the drooped boughs of the willows that afternoon as Enoki participated in observing the barricade of her home before decamping to scout the travelling herds @Morganna had so graciously informed both herself and @Adele about. With the encroaching winter soon to arrive on their doorstep it would be ideal to keep updated tabs on the larger food sources while the ground was still easily navigable. Once the snows hit and littered the ground in their ivory flakes expeditions beyond the borders were to be done only out of necessity to ward off starvation. Today's voyage, though, was merely for reporting back to the pack on the possible shifted whereabouts of the caribou. Thus ebony limbs traversed about the knolls of fireweed crushing what flowers had yet to wilt under the weight of her paws while smoldering amber optics examined the fields for slow moving, grazing silhouettes of the brown coated herbivores.

Stepping up to the ridge of another knoll her sights did come to settle upon a brown tinted figure grazing among the decaying flowers, but something seemed off about it. This beast was far too short and its body shape all wrong to fit the description of a caribou. How the creature foraged varied dramatically from that of the mowing like manner of caribou as well. All around the muddied beast lay scattered depressions in the earth that resembled the beginning phases of a war field, entire clumps of earth overturned in its wake. Even its odor was wrong. Such a heavy whiff of musk, mud and feces almost caused Enoki to snort in an attempt to rid the reeking stench from her nostrils. Whatever this was, it definitely was not caribou, but enticed the huntress all the same. Never before had the piebald stumbled across something like this, even back in the Calarosa mountain range.

It was then the Ashrelle vixen decided an investigation was in order, curiosity a deadly thing to ignore. Gaze focused on the engrossed specimen her swarthy body hunkered close to the untouched flowers beneath her, limbs working together to gradually inch nearer for a better view. Enoki wanted to know more about this oddity and where it had suddenly come from. Better yet if it was something edible like the herds of caribou and deer, or a new predator to these lands. 

All hints of motion ceased on the piebald's behalf as the strange creature began to make an equally strange barking noise; firstly at a ghostly figure the huntress hadn't noticed in her gawking of the swine, a familiar figure at that, then swiftly wheeling itself around to face Enoki. A clearly visible look of being pissed off etched on the prickling hairs of the boars face before its head lowered and a foot stomped the ground threateningly. The patchwork woman didn't know what this creature was, but she knew well enough what that motion meant and by a swift look at the teeth protruding from its snout on both sides one would be wise to avoid getting jabbed by them. This thing meant business.

Risking the defensive beast following through with its challenge, amber optics skimmed over the ivory coated wolf that lingered near the base of the mountain. A nagging sensation associated with knowing something, but not being able to place where or why you know it, hammering at the back of her skull. Where had she seen this wolf before? Only when the other vixen came closer did the wheels turn and the connection click. Aha! A couple days ago the very wolf and her pack mates had made a foolish mistake of attempting to search for prey on Willow Ridge hunting grounds. Honestly, how foolish could that pack be to make the same mistake again so shortly after the first? Anger welled up within the veins of Enoki as the fur lining her hackles puffed out to increase the size of her normally medium build, tail lashing in a flagging motion over her spine.

Motion within her peripheral vision forced the two toned woman to return her attention to the threat directly at hand. The reeking beast offering one more warning by creating another tiny rut in the ground by stomping its hoof. Enoki couldn't handle two enemies by herself especially when she knew nothing about one of them except it stunk and made a mess of their hunting ground. She would have to deal with the ivory wolf later unless reinforcements just so happened to pay the Rise a visit. Lowering her head to protect her throat, a flash of pearly whites met the boar's threat before a menacing growl could escape onto the crisp air, calling the swine's bluff. There was only one way to find out how this thing ticked for future references. Challenge it.

Enoki had successfully called the foul smelling boar out on its bluff. The look upon the beast's elongated facial features and the twinkle in those beady black eyes had a way of filling the wolf's stomach with a leaded weight, causing a sever dropping sensation. What once was a bluff now evolved into a full blown charge after a nasty grin was offered, bristly coated skull lowering with every intention of sending the points of those jaw protruding appendages into some portion of Enoki's body. The huntress to be could have possibly found herself in a whole new world of trouble should things go sour.

Muscles tensed in preparation beneath her silky pelt, smoldering amber irises refusing to leave the darting figure as all thoughts of Athena quickly perished. It was just wolf versus hog now. Granted the barreling pig lacked speed by how slow its advancing body traversed the uprooted rise, there was no denying a ton of weight laid in wait by how bulky the thing looked. A backup mechanism for the lack of speed available. It would be this missing factor that Enoki soared in in comparison that she would use to her advantage in this duel.

Another couple feet of ground was gained by the hog and still Enoki remained steady, jaws snapping wildly to edge the enemy on as saliva began its slow stringy descent from her lips. Another set of feet flew beneath the barreling hooves, drawing the creature nearer. There. It wasn't until the beast crossed into almost close knit quarters did the piebald woman spring with all her might to the left. Swarthy limbs thrumming against the earth to bring her out of harms way and the path of those dirt tinged tusks before daring a glance over her shoulder to see what the boar made of her failed attempt to gore the pack wolf.