Heron Lake Plateau wuornos

The girl had picked up a scent that wasn't of the canine variety, but neither was it typical prey; there was no doubt in her mind that the prey had vanished from the plateau because of the season and the collection of wolves living upon it. Smaller things like squirrels, voles, and other rodents might've been in a state of hibernation by now. But the scent was sharp in her nose, musty. Camilla was on the trail of a fox — or at least was tracing her way towards a small hole in the dirt where a fox had once slept — when she heard a sound behind her. 

The sound wasn't loud but it broke her concentration, and made her jump a little. When she turned to face the oncoming figure she saw that it was Phox, and that made the wariness of her wild eyes abate somewhat. She made a low noise back to him — inviting, friendly, but somewhat feral in nature — and as she intercepted his approach she pressed her nose against his cheek.