See My Mischief Double

Falwasi was making her way back from her dusk hunting trip in the plains beside the creek when a scent reached her wet nose that did not belong to any of the wolves she knew, or of any Creek wolf for that matter. Alarm immediately struck her like a shovel to a face, and the warrior ran on, glad that she had already buried some of her game in one of the caches.

Blood-stained paws galloped across the straw-like grass, until the scent grew stronger, and eventually dominated the area, which was barely outside the border. Hackles rising, Falwasi peered into the darkness and stared at the charcoaled female who's amber eyes stood out in the dark like the moon in the black sky.

"Can I help you with something?," the deer asked tonelessly, watching the loner cautiously. Be calm, be inviting, she thought to herself, knowing that part of being a member of Swiftcurrent Creek was to recruit lone wolves. Or try. And as much as she hated it, this she would do, unless the stranger proved threatening or provocative.