Overture Downs and the desolate moorland below

That's it! That had to be it! Nunataq's face lit up and her tail went like a propeller, when she pinpointed the exact spot, where either the dead thing was buried or had lied there for a while, before being carried away or eaten by someone else. She began to dig with such focus and diligence, which she rarely showed during the lessons her parent figures were giving. Only rarely they succeeded in bringing up something that would catch the girl's interest and be easy for her to understand. Most of the time the girl was better off doing independent self-studies by observing others and learning from her own experience. It was a hit-or-miss approach to the world and learning. It had not failed her so far, but she had not yet been in a truly dangerous situation either.

However, her work was interrupted by a growl and a cloud of smell wafting towards her. Reluctantly she paused and leaned up from the hole she had been digging to see, who was this person and whether he was someone important. First look, first conclusion - definitely not one of Bearclaw wolves or Lost Creek Hollow. She did not know all of them by names and had only a vague impression of their general looks, but her instinct for "us" and "them" was very strong and did not make mistakes. Second look - for whatever reason he was uneasy in her presence. For an adult like him it was not too pronounced, because, what could possibly grown-up wolves have to be scared of. Which lead her to the conclusion three - was there something that she should be aware of?

The fields around them were empty, no scent corridors, waves, gusts or whirlwinds that would speak of immediate danger. No sounds that would imply that besides both of them there were others around. And finally no - so called - mental presence here (that is the feeling, when you know that someone else is here too). Aside from her and the stranger's spirit, no one else was occupying this corner of the universe. So... could it be that he was wary of her? Nunataq kept her head low and body language neutral, as she drew nearer to the wolf, in order to do a proper greeting and find out, who he was.