Redsand Canyon House of Hades

Eyes wide and ears rammed forward, Renn continued her foolish stalk. The mouse, surprisingly, hadn't taken notice of her presence yet which was just as well. Though that was all about to change. Bam! Just like that, her quarry bolted into a shadowed cleft in the rock. Growling quietly in frustration, the youngster launched forward, jaws outstretched in hope to snag her prey but she recoiled empty pawed.

What had startled it? The thought sprang up, circling her head, agitating the female. Most likely it was herself, her black fur and poor tactics stood out like a sore thumb, but she wasn't convinced. The breeze picked up once more, arriving from the northern ranges this time, to ruffle her pelt.  It was as if by some remarkable coincidence that right then, an unfamiliar scent hit her right in the face, a stranger. More alert than ever, the yearling  cautiously picked her way across the terrain to stand a little way away from  the other. She kept her posture firm and neutral, her tail riased slightly. If this wolf posed a threat to the newly-forming pack, Renn would try her best to let her know who was boss.