Spotted Eagle Mountain where the wind blows

she moves north, now. 
away from the others, and though there is an odd sadness in leaving the band of free youth, there is greater want to return home. the lingering scent and odd bit of the plantain the russet girl had carefully placed on the girl's face reminds her still of the healer, Rose. And Rannoch, and the one called Rain, and many others besides. 

alone, she is wary, fearful. she knows she nears the place that, a week ago now, she encountered the obsidian assassin. she slightest noise sends her ears- slightly shredded, yet still intact- to prick up atop her skull, her gaze to scan the area with darting gaze.

it is late morning when she comes across another wolf for the first time. she freezes completely, in plain sight, staring at the woman. she does not know her- her scent, she ought to, though the wind is still and she can not pick it up from here.