Silverlight Terrace ancestral follower

Nirali knew the look of a wolf on the prowl. She'd been following the scent for several minutes, quick and silent on her paws as she trailed what she hoped would be tonight's meal ticket. And she'd been right, or at least she thought so as she caught sight of the stranger from afar.

Immediately her steps slowed, and she lowered herself to hide among the tall grasses. For now she only watched. If she was perceptive enough, quick enough, Nirali hoped that she could wait out the wolf's hunt and snatch whatever came of it. Her eyes never left the stranger, though her ears turned in all directions to catch the sounds of the night. Just in case this one had company.