Moonstone Quarry like a stone

Yw!

The scents in this area were interesting, both familiar and unique. She smelt deer, yes, but not at all her forest deer. Unknowingly to her it was the smell of pronghorn. She had never hunted them before. But it was older by a day anyhow. It was the smell of the wolf which was not old. No, not at all. 

She took a few steps downward. She tested her footing before committing though knew she had some advantage granted her slight size. Tall, yet willowy and limber. Below her on the slopes she would see an equally dark wolf. A male larger then she and straining from his placement to catch her view in the afternoon sun. 

Oh, another Spear wolf. Kyr did her best to keep from wrinkling her nose at the thought of that ghostly...Praim (?) girl. She had been a rude one. Would she even be able to talk with this guy, if anything she asked was met with suspicion? Hello... She decided on, her white breast heaving with a heavy breath. Here we go...