King Elk Forest blood in the sunlight

As the male drew closer she saw about him a certain urgency, though not necessarily with speed to his step. He seemed on edge and yet not. Distracted and yet focussed. Drunk on berries, maybe.

He was certainly not a wolf of Silver Creek, for male scents were rare in those lands and she certainly would've noticed. Plus, he regarded Shreya with unfamiliarity, and most creatures of the Creek were aware of the old Mentor among their ranks.

Shreya didn't fear him, partly because she had the bored arrogance of age, and partly because she didn't feel threat in her bones. Though heck, maybe it was just dulled by the pain. He wouldn't eat her though, and that was good — the famine was ending, and Shreya was a very gristly woman who'd get stuck between his teeth for weeks.

Clumsiness, she replied bluntly at his question, watching him as he had a good close look at the situation. Clumsiness born from getting bit hard in the paw. Then I limped straight into nature's latest trap.