Neverwinter Forest Nobody Like You

Tonravik never forgot a scent.

And the very scent of the wolf she desired to kill danced in the air this late evening, and all of her pent up ire, her anger, reared its malevolent head and she followed the scent, tracking it as easily as she would track the moose in her home. Kivi had become prey to the leader of the Spine, and while she had the upper hand, the leader would hunt the wolf sure to arrive at their doorstep. The forest she stepped in was under the Spines dominion, and how their scent seemed to come from the trees themselves as they stood like sentinels was testament to their control.

She stalked through the wood, moving to intercept the plains wolf.

The leader was silent enough in her approach, stealthy 'til the very last, when she revealed herself with a baleful snarl, the whites of her teeth veritably glowing in the dilapidated ray of light that fell upon her muzzle, first, and as she drew closer, the rest of her hulking form. Her approach was slow, giving Kivi the time she needed to leave; the snarl was sign enough that she would be merciless in her attack until the other ran home, or died. The agouti wolf could have no doubts that Tonravik was death for her; and here death came, picking up speed to launch her first assault, to attempt to ram into the other whilst setting her defenses cause the other to fall many steps backward, or perhaps even fall altogether.