Porcupine Ridge And someday

Touching the ground, she lunged forward and beyond the path of where the woman's scent had stopped. More faint, and within the next moments, entirely gone. 

She'd gone the other way. Nutuyikruk spun.

It was just hard to center it all correctly. There were so many wind blown scents, and she was- and she was focusing too much on them.

Straight ahead were glowing eyes, and the shade charged the sentinel.

But what she'd not asked herself next was: what would happen upon close range?

Aimed to pin, but- injury?