Stone Circle Luckily you are not a cougar

Ira couldn't help but dip her head in return, heat burning the fur on her cheeks. No thanks are needed, it's simply my duty to the pack. With her head down, the female soon realized that out of all the wolves in Easthollow, Greyback's scent seemed to mingle the most with Valette's. Her ears perked slightly at the realization, although if the cougar attack was recent then that would explain why her father's scent was fairly fresh. That had to be it right? She shouldn't let her paranoia get the best of her, she trusted Valette after all. It would likely be pack knowledge if she chooses to involve herself with the mountain of a male.