Fox's Glade I'm biting my nails

A-a-a-and just, when the victim thought that it had lost it's "tail", the little stalker was back on track. This time careful to keep the distance between them longer than before. Here and there Nunataq stopped to sniff at the scent or piece of hair that her object of interest had left on the trail, this way she continued to draw the wolf's portrait in her mind, one that consisted not only of lines and colours, but sound and smell as well.

In a matter of time they had drawn near borders of another pack and this Nuna told by taking notice of various well-trodden paths across the land. While still keeping tabs on her target, the girl now skipped to inspect other footprints and marks, and among the many, she caught a faint and familiar smell of her albino friend. The girl's serious face lit up for a moment, when the recognition set in, her tail wagged excitedly for a bit, as if Nuna had actually seen Arlette and not the faint ghostly imprint left by chemical molecules.

It occurred to her then, that this could be a good time to go and visit her and thus momentarily forgot, what she had been intent on doing earlier. Nuna turned on her heel, got back on the track, dashed towards and then past the harlequin lady (either accidentally hip-bumping her or almost doing it on the way) and pulled breaks on the edge of the borders. There, after some intent sniffing of the invisible wall and leaving a "like" of her own, she tipped her head back and let out a rusty howl: "AWROROOROROO!"