Noctisardor Bypass cryptic shot

Haunt sought her father today, hoping he could spare some time to train her in one aspect another in the art of hunting. Yet none of his trails were particularly fresh and the most recent one led out of the bypass entirely. She was tempted to follow him, just like he'd trailed her not so long ago. Instead, Haunt frowned and turned, skulking like a ghost around the fringes of the territory.

All at once, a powerful odor distracted and lured her. It smelled like meat, only there was a rancidness to it. Haunt tipped her nose into the air, studying the pungent scent, and began to search out its source. Long before she found it, she spotted another wolf in the distance. She paused again, blinking quietly at the stranger, torn between approaching and pursuing the stench of rotten meat.