It wasn’t anything edible. That much she was certain of. She knew the scents of hare and deer, and anything remotely herbivorous well. This was... different. This smelled of danger. Her good eye darted and her ears swung forward, in the distance she could see something... no, someone? moving. Her skin crawled and everything went cold as the large cat moved though the trees. What should she do? She couldn’t fight it on her own...
Every hair stood on end as the beasts amber eyes fell on her. She was frozen with fright, and hadn’t realised she had stopped breathing until the small lights began to dance across her vision. She had been so focused on the large predator that she hadn’t even noticed the young one on her heels. The cat hissed. The wolf ran.</blockquote>