Blacktail Deer Plateau rolling rock

Kaihra traced the borders more often now and watched the flatlands below with steady eyes. Her thoughts had become less cluttered since the meeting, but her apprehension against their new Beta remained strong. She had seen Fox on and off the past few days, but only from afar: the red girl always seemed to be with company, whether with Peregrine or with another packmate who had stumbled across her moments before. At first Kaihra had resisted the thought of speaking to Fox, but memories of her birth pack swam in her mind. She had been young then, inexperienced and naive. She had trusted wolves because her father had, and she'd been content to accept those he deemed worthy with a wag of her tail. Now she knew better, and Kaihra would not make the same mistake again.

She saw the fiery girl before she caught whiff of her scent, which still lingered with traces of her former pack. Kaihra slowed her pace, tasting other wolves on the air, but their scents hung staler than Fox's. The dark wolf almost froze. Her eyes, ears, and nose could not deceive her at once - the red girl walked alone. Keeping her tail low, Kaihra gave no time for doubts to form in her mind. Though her stomach churned, she knew what she needed to do. But she would be careful. "Anything out there?" She called as she approached the new Beta. She threw her gaze to the horizon before flashing her attention back toward the fiery girl.