Sleeping Dragon i paid the iron price

Soon the bear was met by another, a much smaller creature that resembled a coyote; if Seregryn had words for such beasts in her native tongue, she would have nicknamed both wolves in such a manner. The Bear and the Coyote - it was like a folk tale in the making. She remained hidden and attentive, watching as the larger wolf stomped along, and watched too as she stopped and seemed to take interest in the woodland spread across the cliff side. Her surveying gaze caught on Seregryn's hiding place as it panned the area, and she briefly locked her own bright eyes with those of the large woman - but she was unseen, so their locked gazes drifted apart swiftly enough.

The woman began to march once more, and foolishly Seregryn believed she could sneak through the foliage unnoticed. Her steps were quick and soft to her own ears, and any other sounds were masked by the bludgeoning of the bear's heavy strides. So distracted was Seregryn that she paid little attention to the crackling of branches at her feet, or the crunching of leaf-litter, which surely both of the wolves she stalked could hear. The girl thought herself a masterful hunter in this game, and the two wolves before her as the targets -- she imagined them as a real bear, burly and slow, and a conniving coyote, and so she was swiftly distracted by her own imagination.