Barrow Fields Barracuda

The scent of wolf was thick in the area and the scent of man continued to be conspicuously absent. It eased her, but still, the she-wolf was a wary creature, and was made all the more so when she caught the sharp tang of blood and the decidedly strong scent of a male wolf. She stood in her tracks, her head lifted as her ears turned and her eyes roamed, but she could not locate the bearer of such smells.

Rionach was forever balancing her curiosity with caution; she followed the trail but did so in short stints, pausing to scope her surroundings ever so often. It was when she crested a small rise that she spotted movement, and she quickly descended the bank in front of her so as not to be silhouetted. Her quiet, rolling gait carried her off the male's trail, intending to flank him, so that she may get nearer (but not too near) and perhaps be afforded a chance to look upon him more closely before he noticed he was being followed.