Heron Lake Plateau There were three ravens sat on a tree

The Umbra did not know what to make of what just occurred here. One moment, she was being stalked. Now? The wolf before her seemed to implode in on herself, letting loose her urine like a sniveling pup. 

Though she still felt warry, the coyote's posture changed, easing into a less aggressive stance. A wolf is still a wolf, and this one was no exception, no matter the state. It could be a ploy, a tactic, to lower her guard. The Umbra could not afford to do so, not with the Queen doing who-knows-what out here.

Her words were less angry, more confused. Uh...I mean you know harm? Look--you scared the shit out of me. Speaking of, you did well with the sneaking--I wouldn't have turned around if there hadn't been that putrid scent in the air. Didn't you smell that?! She shook her head, as if the scent was now caked on her.