Swiftcurrent Creek and now what?

Sorry I took a billion years, Karmie!

Haunter was eying the new girl like she was a pretty little lamb he could choose from a slaughter line. It was mostly her white fur that caused him to stalk, but also because he was curious as to how long he could follow her without being noticed. Remaining in the midst of the darkness (as dawn would surely give him away soon), he always kept about a mile between them and stayed downwind. It proved Haunter's prowess as a hunter, because he successfully trailed her for nearly two hours before the "game" stopped with abrupt finality.

She slept by the creek, mud caking her pristine fur, and Haunter felt uninterested all of a sudden. Besides being a creep, he wasn't bored enough to actually watch someone sleep. He returned to the borders, but was back within an hour, yellow eyes leering at her still-sleeping frame.

He ventured closer, choosing a spot some yards to her left before reclining slowly into a sit. The one-earred wolf wondered how long before his nearness (and staring) would wake her. If not soon, he'd wake her himself because he wanted to know what that underlying scent was. He'd smelled it before, as he'd passed human scents before, but it was very vague on her and he'd never actually encountered a human so he thought that this was what he would ask when she was conscious.