Hoshor Plains A hunting we will go

She shook her coat, the warm drizzle of rain flying off, disappearing into the snow as if it were never there. The air was abnormally warm for this time of year, but she wasn't complaining. It definitely wasn't the worst winter she had been through.

Lapping up some water at the half frozen creek, her nose caught a scent. Her ears flicked as her head came up gracefully. Sniffing again, her paws whispered on the snow ladened ground as she made her way towards the scent. Deer. Her stomach made a pained noise, and a look of annoyance crossed her eyes. 

Moving quickly and quietly, the breeze rippled through her healthy coat like an old friend. Her eyes went wary as she stopped in her tracks. Another scent. Definitely not deer. Scanning for the unknown source of the scent, it was foreign and almost heavy in her muzzle. Following the scent for a few minutes, her tail flicked with curiousity as it got stronger. She sniffed again, making her way cautiously to the edge of the plains. Her sense of curiosity was overriding her cautiousness. Always a problem. Flicking her ears forward, her chocolate brown eyes scanned again. 

A wolf. He came across her line of sight. As he did, she crouched, hoping he wouldn't see her. She studied him, her eyes going over his body. Muscular, but he seemed almost gaunt. He seemed focused on the deer, so she hesitated before rising up, dropping her tail slightly and chuffing softly enough as to not startle the deer. A fight was not what she wanted, so she  made her presence known. She kept her gaze down, so as to not put him on edge. Her eyes flicked over him yet again as her muscles tensed slightly. She would fight if need be, but all she wanted was food.