Bramblepoint dissolve, and make your heart proud

not at all!

The trail wove a winding pathway, one that she quickly found she was not gaining major ground on despite keeping steadily upon it. So long as it kept her moving generally in the Spear's direction she decided to stay on it despite the growing frustrations over not even catching any sight of it. Everything else seemed to point her in a good direction, so maybe this had just yet to pan out, or the rabbit was more skillfully elusive than she was ready to give it credit for.

Eventually she slowed up when the scents began to jumble. She paused, sniffing, and picked her next path a bit more carefully. This time, subtly on the warm breeze, she smelled the other wolf and that prickled at her senses -- thus signalling her subtle shift from tracking prey to ensuring she was not being tracked herself.

From here, she could discern very little about the other canine.. not yet, at least. She listened, keen and moving slower so that she may hear an approach better -- unless she moved upon them first, which was what she hoped to do with a looping pathway upwind. All the while, her posture hung with a comfortable enough neutrality, one not offset entirely by her awareness. She wished to balance the line between approachable (if she didn't find them first) and not to be underestimated.

Through the trees, she caught her fleeting glimpse. Not of the rabbit, of course, but the wolf. Satisfaction followed anyway and she moved a little closer in silence to test the figurative waters between the stranger and herself.