Sleepy Fox Hollow inner moonlight

Were it not for her watchful gaze, Ginsberg would have missed the flash of red that was hidden between the brush. Instead, her eyes locked to the figure of the scarlet stranger with a flashing pique in interest; she had thought at first that it was a behemoth fox. Drawing the scent on the wind, the wild woman noted the cool hints of pack that clung to the stranger's frame. It was not one that she had scented before, but still remained strong against the other's figure. The two-toned feral lifted her head and peered around for signs of others who might have sought to join the red woman on her hunt. When she was satisfied with her searching, Gin returned her attentions to the stranger and began to follow at a distance.

It seemed that the scent of rabbit had – perhaps – lured the other into the hollow, as well. It did not take long for the two wolves to lose sight of their intended target, distracted either by the beauty of the hollow, or the presence of an unknown stranger in the dale. Ginsberg drew closer to the fiery female, and when she found that she had pressed her luck far enough, she exhaled her breath in a low chuff to the other wolf.