Fairspell Meadow the end where we start

Since Atreyu went inactive I'm tagging an end to this thread.

She approached the creature, ignoring the aggression in his tone. Even if he did attack, Quiet could outrun him: he was a cripple after all. She could run circles around this creature and not be in any danger. Her nose twitched inquisitively as she breathed in his scent. With little knowledge of the other packs, his scent wouldn't tell her much, but it didn't help to have a pretense. She circled him, ignoring his question (as she had no way of answering), smelling his scent, especially his stump of a leg. It was the pungent odor that emanated from there that intrigued her the most. Certainly, the wolf didn't know what this was. It didn't smell like anything a wolf would use for healing. Though as quickly and silently as she came, she left, bolting through the meadow soon after she took a whiff of the leg. It smelled of them. It was the one smell she didn't want to ever sense again. And Quiet was glad as soon as the wolf was out of her sight. He was damned that one.