Lion Head Mesa a-weema-weh

their simple peace is disturbed, rather suddenly, by the sudden appearance of another. she ought to have noticed him, really, but awareness of her surroundings was not currently her strongest trait, and she'd been much more invested in attempting to emulate her newfound guardian. but the hey had her attention snap toward the stranger like a rubber band, blinking in surprise. the mesa was devoid of other wolf scents, let alone an actual wolf. 

before she could think to offer anything in return, instruction was given and she slid onto her stomach, hind limb reaching up to scratch her side as her guardian moved with remarkable grace that gave way in a moment to fierce violence. excitement flared; she had no intention of moving and instead watched whatever might unfold with wide eyes.