Lost Creek Hollow strike rate

Although she did not come into any fresh, fruitful trails, she still could savor the motion spent toiling along, and the ground covered with it--even if it didn't suit quite like a fresh meal did. But, prey seemed exceptionally flighty lately, and neither could she claim to know all the best spots to scour here beside the creek, or how to play it all best to her finest advantage yet. Learning that was still a work in progress, one she was chipping away at now until at first suspicion began to loom that she was no longer so alone.

She carefully swallowed back the bite of instinctive recoil this information wanted to give, and she soothed her prickling skin with the gentle reminder of this is pack now, her among them. Still, she was a stranger to most wolves here save for Arbiter, and the same went for them too. A glance over her shoulder to go with a long sniff of the winds had her really doubting that this was the leader following her; she shortened her stride a few notches, then finally stopped entirely to let her tag-along join her, or not. She could do well to better acquaint herself, anyway.