Swiftcurrent Creek If It helps I've lived a while

Star had woken up and stretched as usual. She frlelt sleeply but was immediatley knocked into hunter mode from the drifting scent of a rabbit. She trotted quickly towards, till she realized she smelled another scent mixed in. It was wold, and she soon came upon it's source. He was a large mahogany male who smelled of the Creek. She recognized him as one of the wolves who'd spoken up at the meeting where Tuwawi and Njal announced their leaving. Of course, she recalled, she hadn't understood what he said. It had sounded like a different language. She could tell he was following the same scent, but she didn't want to scare off his prey by calling out hello, so she hoped he could sense her or scent her or see her or something.