Bramblepoint i hope it's already too late

*takes every thread u have*

wolves and dogs and coyotes and foxes were all the same to bathsheba, though the very last slightly resembled something more akin to her than to a canid. and yet she disdained them with her long strides.
she had not yet come this far; the lynx was enjoying her languid move to designate the boundaries of the land where she would reside, bison in the midst and outlying lands secondary. this forest piqued her enough to enter, but the reek of coyote had struck her nostrils almost at once.
bathsheba slunk closer, curious. outside of a squabble for land or for carrion, she saw no reason why a beast like this might be a threat to her, or she to him. but her wariness was innate; bathsheba chose a tall tree she might climb in threat of danger, and there she stood, watching the other.