Bramblepoint she wasn't given wings to see the world from a tree

Unfortunately for Maegi, she was much more visible to a hungry grizzly bear. She stuck out like a sore thumb in the brown fall foliage, and was perhaps spared only the ursine's wrath by her meandering trail. The other wolf was camouflaged well, though, and she was nearly upon the woman before her scent hit the Nona's flared nostrils.

Who's there? she called out, brows knitted together. She could make out some movement within the trees, but nothing concrete. She was too on-edge to let the potential threat slide, though. This place wasn't terribly close to home. . .but it was close enough, and she'd rather rule out something lurking here than not.