Hoshor Plains Betcha dinner is a doozey

Inna stalked her prey, moving as so not to make a sound. She was so focused on the rabbit that she didn't notice the scent of a wandering wolf. Just as she was about to pounce, what looked to be a fox startled the rabbit away. "Hey!" Inna barked, before regretting it. It wasn't a fox, it was the wolf who looked like one. Inna had seen her from a distance, but had never spoken to her packmate. "I'm sorry, you startled me- and my prey. Couldn't you smell us?" Inna questoned. "Oh, I'm Inna by the way."