Frostfire Ridge the two of us,

A particularly  thick swath of brambles amongst the undergrowth seemed determined to obstruct her from pursuing after the tigiganniak but after a few prolonged moments of pushing and struggling, Imaq managed to force her way through with minimal scratches. Most of the thorns tangled in her wooly pelt and snagged a few hairs, leaving only a few shallow cuts around her ears that stung salt-sharp as she straightened and shook off as much debris as possible. 

Continuing onwards, Seelie lowered her speckled snout and trailed after the ginger-coated trespasser -- cracked gaze occasionally wandering upwards in search of an amber flash. Instead, the she-dog would stop and straighten when her seafoam orbs landed on another -- a woman pelted in soft agoutis of fawn and rabbitskin with the ruby fox dangling from her jaws in triumph. 

Imaq lowered her gaze nonconfrontationally, greeting the woman with a nod and a soft chuff. The golden cur waited then, lingering to converse if the other huntress was so inclined and slinking away if the stranger bearing another tribe's scent turned out to be food-aggressive or territorial.