Frostfire Ridge the two of us,

Victory flooded Laurel as she stood panting with the fox in her jaws. Luck was on her side today, it seemed, to drive back the fox into her grasp. The tan woman stiffened when she saw the other round the corner. Had it been a full wolf, she might've only felt defensive over her food, but seeing the strange look of the create, Laurel felt instantly wary. It smelled mostly like a wolf, but she had not met any wolves who looked the way that this one did.

A low growl rumbled in her throat to warn that she should not come much closer, and say what she wanted.

Had she been a wolf, then perhaps Laurel would have shared upon finding out that this wolf had hunted with her; but as things were, she was wary and fearful that this might be a scavenger, like the coyotes. Mixed breeds often were, in Laurel's experience.