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they make an odd pair, she notes, as she tracks their movement from her ridge. a hunter, and the hunted, a dynamic most would not dare interfere in. but it's a rare enough occurrence to see a wolf hunted that the woman can not help but watch, and as the chase threatens to move out of sight, so does she shift into a quick lope. 

her momentum is hastened by the downwards incline of the ridge, and the wraith moves to cut across the hunted's path. it is the simple strategy that has won her so many hunts in the past; she swings ahead of the woman, moving to stand across her path and facing her with a dead-eyed snarl that she hopes has her reverse direction, or in the least stop. she'll all too interested in what will happen when the beast catches up.