Rising Sun Valley then it's getting louder and louder

She'd found the scent again; feline mixed with menace, something wild. She wondered if the barn cats had wild kin like she did the wolves; it didn't seem very far a stretch, really. the thing was most definitely feline, and the tracks she investigated were fresh, fresher than the ones she'd found at the fringes of the territory. She paced a wooded grove, now, the tracks hard to follow. She shoved her head into the snow, trying to sniff out what may have been a track, before realizing that she'd lost the trail entirely. 

Her nape prickled, and warily she glanced around, alerted by some ancient instinct that something was off. Her gaze passed over it once, twice, before finally landing on the creature that stared owlishly back at her, frozen rabbit in its jaws. She gasped, taking a shaky step back at the suddenness as which she'd found the creature, perched high in the crook of a tree limb. Blinking, she took another step back when the cat began to make the same sorts of noises the barn cats would, when she'd gotten a little too annoying.