Dawnlark Plains zum glück bin ich verrückt

As Katora neared, she smelled blood.  So she had gotten a kill.  Which one had gotten it wasn't apparent until Katora halted at the treeline, concealed behind some bushes.  It was the new wolf that had made the kill.  Katora's breath caught in her chest.  This new wolf's fur looked strikingly like a northern wolf but different.  The ghostly white played in the sun and Katora couldn't help but stare for a moment.  

She shook her head as her Alpha came into the clearing and spoke.  Katora wanted to let her new pack leader know that she was there without the ghost figuring it out.  Katora circled away from her Alpha but stayed out of the line of vision of the new wolf.  She poked her head out of the bushes for the briefest flash of an instant but she hoped that had been enough of a moment for her own white fur to clash with the greenery around her.  Especially since she had made sure to stay downwind.