Lost Creek Hollow making waves in pitch black sand.

Harlyn's heart pounded a bit as she moved. Whatever it was she sensed in the woods, it was hiding from her. This simple fact put her on edge. A prey animal would hide from her for obvious reasons, but there was something heavy about the sound that suggested it was not prey, but a fellow predator. There was no reason for a predator to hide, unless it was stalking prey of its own.

The alpha swallowed hard and allowed her gaze to prowl across the terrain. She breathed in the tales on the wind but found nothing out of the ordinary. Harlyn had never been the greatest hunter, but she was not oblivious to the basics. If she could not smell her stalker, then it could smell her. Quietly, Harlyn changed her trajectory and stalked into the woods, trying to reposition herself so that she was upwind instead of down.