Serpent Lake the wild hunt

along those same banks, Marija found a way to quench her thirst. she'd dipped her paws in the shallowest of the water too, to ease them after much walking. her tranquility transformed into an alertness of quarry as her nose picked up the scent of a stranger.

her head whipped about until she found the source and she gulped down the last of the water in her throat. blue eyes wide, she locked her gaze on the lumbering stranger. she'd grown somewhat used to the sight of wolves, but she was still a dog of weak heart. she stayed put however, but she was ready to run at the slightest hint of aggression.