Heron Lake Plateau Somewhere sunshine burns

The scent was heavy, pungent. The longer Æsilfír tracked the scent, the more she began to grow suspicious. Something that smelled this strongly had to be big. Likely a male too, she thought, though she felt felines were generally more foul-smelled than canines regardless of their gender. There was something chemical about their scent that made her nostrils burn and this one was no exception. 

She wasn't the only wolf who was interested in the scent, though, and she spotted two others roaming close together, and both had the look of wary concern on their features. They smelled of the pack across the river, and she assumed they might be out scouting what appeared to be a threat. She did not recognize the ginger wolf by sight or by scent, and when she approached she kept her wary gaze averted, cast off over the plateau where freshwater gathered in streams and pools. 

"Ye smell that, yeh?" She asked softly. "S'nae a cougar, but-" She added, blinking. She couldn't figure out what it was, and the not knowing was bothering her. Maybe one of these two had a better idea of what it was- and more importantly, how big it was.