Overture Downs Doomsday

The scent of wolf flooded into her and she spun around to see a brute looking male, with his jaws open like he intended to launch an attack on her.  For a brief one second (that seemed to take years) she stood in shock and stared at him with startled expression.  Then she snapped out of her shocked reaction almost as quickly as it had started.  She took a huge leap backwards and her lip curled back, revealing her sharp fangs.

“Who are you!”  She demanded to know as her now cold born golden eyes starred daggers into the male.  Instead of a question as this sentence would normally be used as, it was more of a command.  She didn’t like this and suspected that she must’ve been followed by this creepy stalker, due to the fact that someone didn’t just magically appear looking like they wanted to beat you up.  Did he have wolves with him?  Was this some pack grounds that she didn’t know about?  No... couldn’t be.  There were no scent markers, no borders in this area.  So then again who was he and was anyone one else with him?