Snowforest Taiga Right Sarah Lynn? ...Sarah Lynn?

She watches the woman make an easy kill and she finds herself more curious to see what it is, and whether or not it was simply that weak or if something slowed it down. She is not dumb enough to approach yet, standing there and trying to see what she can, nose fluttering for new scents aside from blood and that one she can’t quite get out of her head. It is not often that she comes face to face with a wolf over a kill that isn’t her own pack mates and after her recent loss against her brother, she doesn’t care to get into any fights any time soon. Plus, she’s tired and hungry herself and would hardly make an opponent that so easily crushed this one.
 
Mallaidh remains for a few seconds before she starts to walk. She does not make a path right for the woman and her kill, but more of a circle as if she’s going to keep going but her gaze remains on the hunter. At one point, however, she comes to a stop, close enough. Her brain fires on all cylinders in that instant and her head lifts, recalling a painfully embarrassing and scarring memory. Something she’d wiped out of her mind for as long as she could and she remembers Artaax had stirred up his own before disappearing from the pack entirely. Her jaw tightens and she halts, watching, wondering if she’s recognized—and, god, she hopes not.