She Screamed Once, Then All Was Silent

Throughout the common scent of Crow, ferret, rabbit, weasel, and the rest of the common skittering creatures he had encountered thus far, a new scent scoured his senses. Wolf. And one that he had not meet. Female. Upwind of him.
The dark king smiled.
As strong as her scent was, how could she not be behind him? The wind, as light as it was, blew loftily, and the strength of her smell, alone, gave away her exact position.
Without turning around to face her, the deep thunder that was his voice, though lowered for dramatic effect, came from the black wolf.

"You should have been taught to not try to scare people. It leads to trouble, little lady. "