Overture Downs got a real good feeling something bad about to happen

@Wardruna & @Noma

Sif had stuck around after her first encounter with the northern man, interested enough in his company to remain near the borders of an established pack. The scent of strangers made her bristle every time the wind blew, but Sif was learning to shake it off with an uneasy growl whenever her nerves got the better of her. No on had bothered her thus far, and she took that as a sign that all was well and good.

She was - as she often did, these days - pacing around the outermost reaches of Easthollow's land, body quivering against the cold wind more because her anxiety demanded it than because she was actually chilled. Her nose twitched without break, and her ears swivelled toward every sound. None of them were wolf sounds, though, and she was always quick to refocus on her task.

 Waiting.