Iktome Plains gun runner

He knew she had felt him even before her pace had changed to slow. It was a small shift of her head— a small change from the singularity with which she had run before— that he noticed, and Darcia knew it wouldn't be much longer before she would find him: the black-and-white monolith on the hill. He watched her run diminish through the stages until she had come to a complete stop, and like the haunter he was, he continued to watch until her eyes found him there on his undeserved perch.

She took up a curiously demanding stance for a girl of her stature, and if he wasn't impressed by it then he was at the very least intrigued. When she began to make way for him, Darcia rose gracefully from his sit and descended towards her in a slow canter, his tail high and flagging with interest. Intensely aware that he intimidated most she-wolves when up close, he stopped yards from the base of the hill and waited to see if she was spirited enough to finish the small distance between them.