[Quest] bent out of shape

Even with her keen wolf's hearing, Danica did not hear Hassun as he crept along. As a cat he had that advantage in spades. She did, however, take notice of her packmate as she joined her, recognizing her from the howl but not knowing her name. Introductions could come another time, though, for the current moment was hardly ideal.

Danica gave a nod to acknowledge her presence but did not speak. They might not have the stealthiest movement but she did not care to broadcast their presence and warn their prey of the approach. It would be in their best interest to catch the target unawares. Little did she know that he was very much aware, and in fact, watching them now.

Suppressing a rumble at the offensive stench of the intruder, she scanned the land around them, trying to catch a glimpse of anything that might help. Her eyes were not fine tuned enough to see the shadow lurking, his feline form hidden well. The hair along her spine and ruff rose, however, as she did. Her sense of smell was excellent, and she knew that he had to be close by. But where?