Duskfire Glacier The moon cuts a path

The stranger approaches, as large as herself with toned muscles that catch Dione's eye. They exchange scents, Dione all too pleased to ruffle fur with her cold nose and a lifted tail. She is invited to hunt, and quickly accepts. A good judge of whether or not she likes this woman beyond her looks will be their chemistry in a hunt.

She follows close, sticking to her packmates flank as her head lifts to take in the scent they are following. A fox - it's been a while since Dione hunted one with another.