Redhawk Caldera In the blossoming green

Something was following her. Sorana became aware of it in a wave of crackles and pops sounding from behind her. She snapped her ears back to listen and froze in place, quivering lightly from the anticipation of the unknown. Her breath caught and held in her chest. One beat. Two.

She wanted to ignore it and continue tracking her prey. It was likely just another Brecheliant wolf passing by. She wanted to ignore it, but the instinct to make sure it wasn't a larger predator was too great. She spun around and deflated immediately. Oh.

Bronco was just about the last person she wanted to miss out on a rabbit for. She had the uncharitable thought that a bear or cougar would have been a more welcome sight. What? she asked in the clipped, impatient tone characteristic of adolescence.