Sleeping Dragon i paid the iron price

The game was going well, she thought. Her movements were well hidden and she, the petite watcher, safe from any harm. Such delusion was indicative of youth; and the folly of it would be her downfall. Of course, Seregryn had no intention of doing harm to either of these women -- though she thoroughly believed herself capable -- there was no way to prevent any harm from occurring to herself. She continued her attempt to slink through the shadows and across the rocky terrain, eager to move around the coyote-shaped stranger; they made the best target, being the smaller of the two.

As Seregryn settled in to a clear patch, she ducked her head and squared-off, pointing herself in the direction of Lorne with the intention of leaping free of the shadows. She made herself as compact as possible, pulling her limbs beneath herself like some sort of cat, and even gave a small wiggle of her hindquarters -- her excitement getting the best of her -- and in this moment, she disturbed a flurry of shale. The light sound of stone-on-stone broke her concentration, tricking the girl in to thinking someone was behind her.

It also alerted her targets to her position, but Sere was too distracted by the possibility of a third wolf -- and she turned her ears, then her head, to look behind herself. A foolish move indeed.