The Floodlands With a melody from the mourning band

Kuasak was finished with the mountain they had lurked, but prior to their leaving she did wish to hunt the herd in which she and Kavrak had found. They no longer remained at the place in which they had been found, but Kuasak trailed them diligently for many miles. She would be back prior to the sunrise, having left late evening. Now the world was dark and cool, though certainly it did not carry the biting chill her thick furs preferred. It made her irritable, but finding evidence of the herd she followed calmed her. Kuasak stopped in her tracks as she heard the howl of a lone wolf; it would be the first stranger she had ever met, she realized, within these lands. 

And so she lifted her own head and howled in turn, returning his call. Though she was neither alone nor lonely, she was present and near—sooner or later, he would come to find this out on his own. She remained still, ears erect and nostrils flaring. He might return her call, or he might not. Whatever the case, she would not be in this spot for too long.