and fill your heart with smoke

He was hunting something. She had never hunted, but instinct clued her in to his styled advance; head low, with constant and brief huffs of air, and a keen interest on the lands ahead. If that was his intention, she could aid - or rather, she would try. But still, the bitch was curious. While she trailed him wordlessly, she did it in a meandering, uninterested fashion; dubious of this strange fellow she had come across. If backup was needed, she would be there. But for the most part, Sechuan hung back upon the snowdrifts. Apprehensive, in this strange and forbidding place.