Redtail Rise they really think it can't get any worse

When restlessness ate away at him, patrolling always seemed to quell it. 

Today, he’d found nothing significant along his route. That was, until he detected the faintest scents of blood and wolf which tumbled in the air. 

Without hesitation, he begun to track in hopes of finding the source. And surely enough, he eventually locates it.

Upon catching sight of the stranger he stops in his tracks. Statue-like, he observes her for a minute. He hopes he hasn’t been spotted just yet.

There, she idles, keeping well clear of the border. He can see she carries with her a carcass, and wonders if it is an offering or something she’d stolen from them.

Then, boldly, he announces his presence with a harsh woof and marches from the brush with tail lifted high. He stops a yard or two away.

Who’hhe you?