Ravensblood Forest anytime

Pied skulked through the forest in search of fresh game. For the most part, she moved just like the ghosts that haunted her steps from time to time. Every once in a while, however, she foiled her own stealthiness by snapping a twig beneath her dappled forepaw, rustling the lissome shrubbery near the forest floor in passing or brushing her lithe body much too roughly against a rigid tree trunk. After the sixth or so incident, she grew frustrated with herself and stopped purposefully in a small clearing, muttering and growling under her breath.

Something caught her eye and her head snapped upward and partially sideways to pinpoint the movement. Pied watched as a figure in the distance scaled a small stack of rocks lying in the shadow of Gyrfalcon's Keep. From her low, distant vantage point, she could make out a solid build, sandy fur and even the glint of soft golden eyes. As she studied the stranger, she tilted her muzzle into the air and sniffed, catching his scent.

I wonder if he can see me? she thought to herself, as he was now standing above some of the treetops and she was exposed in the little glade. Her tail twitched and she waited watchfully, wondering if he would spot her and, if he did, if he would call out to her or otherwise acknowledge her in any way.