Ravensblood Forest senses

The wolf appeared to be very in tune with her senses. Maybe, that’s why she is too a friend of the night, Olive pondered. It was clear that the she-wolf was attempting to identify her through a deep breathe of Olive’s heavy scent. Feeling compelled to do the same, Olive inhaled bouquet of the female - it was a most informal introduction, but it was wolf custom to identify just who they were dealing with.

 The wolf smelt familiar, as if Olive had previously caught the faintest whiff carried upon the winds that blew through the forest. This told Olive many things - one of those being the this was a wolf that Olive should know.

“Could it be that i’ve happened upon a fellow Teaghlaigh recruit?” Olive asked.