Neverwinter Forest full moon rising

Tonravik moved with intent, still. She was not so streamlined as her subordinate, Echelon, but she cut through the warm air with an ease to be envied. Another scent caught her attention, and Tonravik searched for a shadow that did not appear. Whoever it was did not want to be found. Having no true desire to hunt for one extra wolf, Tonravik simply stilled and sniffed at the air nearby, hoping for answers there. 

But the wind offered her nothing yet, and disappointed, Tonravik went on the move again. She snuffled through, her nose pushing open a shrub to reveal nothing in it. That wolf whose scent had grown stale... she would not be found here. Not today. Not in this immediate area. Tonravik swung her head, blinking as she observed her immediate surroundings.