Ravensblood Forest walking with giants

Mictec gave a curt nod as she slowly lifted herself into a satisfying stretch, her limbs and joints making soft popping sounds into realignment followed by a shake to remove any dirt that clung to her obsidian pelt. In her mind, she gave herself a sadistic chuckle at the mention of sheep, how he didn't know that sheep had been the catalyst for what had followed. A story for another time seeing that her own fate had was now a cautionary tale for the pups of her pack.

"Perhaps it is the perfect place for me then."

As he spoke, Mictec lifted her head trying to catch a whiff of a scent, her eyes closing slightly in search of prey. Many strange scents seemed to float around her, make her slightly uneased as to what may have been prey or a threat. That was until she locked in on one, a doe.

"Can you smell it?" She asked, gauging to see how well his own instincts were.