Firefly Glen It’s a red tide, Lester.

Nirali is on the hunt, too, though her own purpose differs slightly from the stranger's. She has scented the wolves that frequent this area, the myriad scents of strangers healthy and ailing alike. She has even started to recognize the shared scents of a pack.
So, naturally, that must mean there will be someone to steal from around here. Unfortunately, she hasn't found a single soul, nor any fresh trails to follow. It's been a long day, and she's just starting to consider giving up when she catches a scent stronger than the others. Fresh. Suddenly rejuvenated, she follows it with light, quick steps until a dark shape in the distance draws her gaze. No food with the woman, if the lack of blood scent is anything to go by, though from here it looks like she's eating something. Frowning slightly, she pushes forward, closing the distance until she can confirm that the dark wolf is indeed eating snow. That can't be very filling, She says in a quizzical tone, steps slowing as the space between them dwindles to only a couple yards. Hopefully the stranger will have some explanation to satisfy her new curiosity.