Luneshale Pass Only angels fall

Safiya enjoyed the silence. It gave her time to study the world and Soto himself. From the guard hairs to the tail. The different colors in his pelt. 

Sea green eye drifted over the scrub grass. The green where it smelled like a few of the pack stayed near. Cultivating maybe. With a pang she thought of Machi. And his plants.

She froze and lifted her head. Gaze narrowing as she searched for the bitter smelling cat. Lift of lip, teeth showing as she caught the scent and began to track. Gaze only at first.