Deepwood Weald Nose on the grindstone

Return.

It had been after her run-in with the Two Rivers that the trek east would take place. The scent of them was on her nose again, even if faint and far, it had been strong to her. It was strong enough to make her take lead and prey after this scent. Intermingled, entwined, different in its own way, yet quite easily summed up to be the unique scent of the individual she trailed after. 'Pack scent' kept her moving, and regardless of its presence, perhaps she would have anyways. Another stranger was taken into appreciation.

When hours of trailing along passed, vaguely moving faster than the fallen whelp she was after now, it was then she struck. Physically, her own flank would roughly press right up to the side of the behemoth after rushed leaps were given to catch up. Rearing her head up with a smile on her maw, every detail she needed was taken in immediately. Female, traveling, moving east, stocky, and she gave no mind to strut her stuff with a tail high to the clouds. "Hello there! Where you going? Ya nice, missy?" Size was obvious. Scrawny little Legend and nice big stranger! Why, she could slip right under her if she wanted to! Well, wasn't that funny? "Wow, you sure are big!"