Heron Lake Plateau There were three ravens sat on a tree

There wasn't much that would have pulled The Umbra out of her ruminations, and yet, she was hit square in the face with a scent of scat so horrid, it almost made her puke. Her face scrunched in a scowl, almost as if she were about to cry from the offense.

What the--UGH! 

Was there a dead animal nearby that had been festering for weeks?! Where did that smell even come from?! She whirled around, about face, in an attempt to find the foul source, but instead her eyes found a wolf--and one that was...stalking her? 

Hackles rose, back rounding and tail tucked, her jaw opened in her defensive stance.

Her voice was sharp. Who the fuck are you?