The Heartwood Completely free of spooks

With how dense some of the scraggly, snow-laden bush got up ahead, it was unsurprising she lost track of the most transient of the group.  As she leaned from side to side indecisively, attempting to gain the majority into her vision again before moving forward, she was just about to the point of making her entrance.  Until the soft crunch of snow caught her ear, swiveling towards the sound for anything else suspicious.  It almost didn't fully process until the bark came.

Her gaze snapped to face the sound, spying a blackish wolf that maybe looked a little familiar in silhouette.  Her posture had shifted, but not towards guilt at being caught spying.  Instead, she'd gone from indecision with an edge of anxious energy to being steadfast and attentive.  Wait.  Was that one of the group?  How far did he go out of the way to come from that direction?  She couldn't be certain, though.  He was a little too far and the wind a little too wrong for her to be able to confirm versus the very familiar batch of scents she'd been following.

Treason was hesitant to leave the trail entirely, but did turn to face him, canting her head ever so slightly.  From her perspective, that guy was the one interrupting her, so she was wondering what he wanted.  Despite, in her opinion being an exemplar of her species, she was not a social butterfly.  She was more like a cactus.