Bramblepoint But I keep cruising

She was completely focused in her task, perhaps dangerously so because it took her maybe a few second too long to register that one of the scents intertwined with the various plants and forest creatures belonged to another wolf. She froze, head whipping up from the ground. She searched the area a few seconds more before finally spotting the young male. At the same time, the familiarity of the scent finally made sense--he was a packmate. She had not met him yet, but she knew the scent from around the territory and wondered if that was maybe why it only sat in her subconscious while she worked instead of alerting her. Either way, she should be paying better attention; that luck of hers was sure to run out at some point. But today, that was not the case, so she took a few steps towards the dark male, a friendly smile crossing her face. Hey, she greeted. I'm Speedy. I don't think we've met yet.