Kintla Flatlands Yet I’m still running, still going

She lifted her head, a feeling deep inside that she had been watched. She looked around, smelled another scent. A loner perhaps, the scent was strong on the wind, another females scent. 

She continued to walk, now even more alert, though with a calm head. Had the loner decided to show, she would greet them…. Perhaps they were hungry, worn from journeying. On the horizon she spotted a large brown wolf, colored as a brown bear. Strong and fierce looking. As she neared the wolf looked fasted, like they hadn’t eaten.

Her hunt would have to be on hold for awhile….