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Maud moved with purpose, muscles rolling beneath her sleek silver exterior as she walked at a brisk clip. She'd caught scent of several deer that passed through here not long ago and was now hot on their trail. As the predator tracked, the smell of something far less appetizing met her palate: wolf. It was up ahead where she could see it now, but it appeared to be alone, thankfully. Maud had no intentions of interacting with it or even acknowledging its presence unless it wanted something from her for whatever reason.

She was making to pass by the canine while giving it a wide berth, keeping an eye fixed on it, though her expression was blank and detached as it always was. Its eyes were scanning the mountains nearby―away from her, but her presence would likely make itself known quite soon.