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A scream filled the night. It jarred every being into awakeness. The leaves quaked and deep in their bolt-holes rabbits froze. All animals dreaded the dark night when a mountain lion hunted.
Tucked in her new den, Iopah picked up her head. She blinked, unsure what had awoken her. The mountain lion screamed again, high-pitched and strident. Her heart rate quickened. It must have come down from Dire Mountain. Iopah remained where she was, silent and attentive. A mountain lion was unlikely to attack an adult wolf. At any rate, there was no where safe to go, she reasoned. It could follow anywhere a wolf could go. She bared her teeth in a silent snarl, she would not let anything chase her from this land.
It screamed again, and again. Let it take a deer and be quiet, Iopah thought harshly. The forest fell silent once again. Iopah listened closely, hoping not to hear another of her kind call out for assistance.
Several minutes passed in peace, then it came again, just as unnerving as before. Iopah tensed, for the first time truly worried. It sounded closer.
Another scream and Iopah knew it was not her imagination. Somewhere just out of sight, something was slowly coming. She rose slowly to her feet. Something was not right. This wasn't normal for a mountain lion. The gray tinged woman stepped from her den with a deep breath. She was motionless for several minutes before forcing herself to creep towards it. The wolf knew that if it was injured or sick, she would need to drive it away. Iopah hoped another wolf would find her soon, she doubted whether she had the nerve to approach it alone.