Moonstone Quarry But I'll swim to you, swim for my life

The winds shifted, bringing with it a scent that caused her hackles to rise. It was unfamiliar; it was not of Forneskja and not a scent she has come across before. But it felt dark. 

Dangerous.

She was not built of stone like the others--no, she was like a flower on the wind, soft. 

Breakable

Sunset eyes whipped back and forth, and when nothing was out of sorts, she turned to scan the rest of her surroundings. She wasn't sure what she would find, but she was certain that she was in trouble. 

And that trouble appeared soon as her eyes landed on a figure, feline and muscle, draped over granite. Watching her.

She growled, a little wavering; a poor attempt at intimidation. She really needed to work on that side of hers...

"You should not be here. L-leave here. Get!" She then sent up a howl, an alert and a plea for help, hoping that others from her pack were close enough to hear it.