Rattleskin Redoubt raptor

When she came, it was by night.

The smoothness of her gait spoke familiarity with the roughness of the land she was currently making her way through. Or, a familiarity with something like it.

Minsang was a wanderer by trade, drifting in like a summer breeze. Fleeting, then gone. Just as soon as she appeared. 

When she inhaled, it was to the scent of many, but they were distant. It was the desert winds who brought them to her sensitive nose.

Wolves and wolf blooded canids, she knew their smell and she knew to stay away if she valued living her life with her head attached. Minsang grimaced, visibly, before adjusting her path. She’d simply cut through the lowlands and circle back to the south, there was nothing here worth keeping her feet still.