Herbalists' Cache and made Verona's ancient citizens

It was only very gradually that Sif became aware of her observer. She was too caught up in her game to immediately heed the telltale prickle along her spine. I just need to catch this once, and then I'll investigate, she thought to herself (albeit, in not quite so many words). But as soon as she did catch the acorn, there was a giant maple leaf drifting down from above, and Sif was dancing frantically underneath it, desperate to capture the bright, golden foilage.

To her credit, she did turn toward the stranger as soon as she had it between her teeth... after parading it for a moment or two, head tossed back in the sweet thrill of victory. And, despite having sensed for some time that she was not truly alone, Sif froze in her tracks as soon as she met eyes with the swarthy stranger.

Perhaps if she held very still and made no sound at all, the other wolf would get confused and go away.