To a different song

The peppered fae was healing fast, but some movements still awoke twinges of pain. Her wounds were just scars now. She looked around her den, which she had decorated with furs she had found over the past few days. She used the dent near the stream as a sleeping place, so if she woke thirsty she simply leaned over and drank deeply from the streams cool waters. The first rays of sun had awoken her from her slumber, and she stalked over to the small entrance of her den. She breathed deeply, noticing the strange scent that invaded her nose along with the other, normal ones.

Her brow furrowed in concentration as she investigated the scent from where she sat. It smelled a tiny bit like wolf mixed with other, unatural things.
@Sweet Tooth