Nova Peak mistook you for the sight of god

the peak is bountiful with life, bighorn ewe's with their lambs lay nestled ahead, though the scent of a mountain lion soon stills her steps. a drifting thought brings a smile to serpentine lips, of how she would very much enjoy adding such a fine fur to her collection. but the thought fades as quickly as it materialized, and in the next step she is pivoted away from the stench of cat, and off toward something more conquerable. 

a whiff on beaten trails and broken shrubbery lay tales of a life once lived upon the lone summit. many were here once, then many became few. she paused to add her own aroma to the cocktail of scents, before swiftly continuing on once more.

in the next few moments shamura was presented with the musk of a badger and was eager to pursue after it when suddenly the wind shifted and the aroma of a man became so much more alluring. a slate nose wriggled at the wafting scent, a moment of consideration given on which prey she'd make a meal out of today. man or monster? she took a step forward, tongue snaking out to give a quick lick of her lips. 

perhaps with any luck, she'd get both.