Ghost Lion Crag And the rain

Wraen was nibbling out some dirt between her toes, when she sensed that she was being watched. Slowly - not to show the slightest sign of fear - she put the foot down and cast a glance around to see, whether the mountain lion had decided to return for it's meal. If it had - she was in trouble. 

It hadn't, but Wraen could not tell, if seeing another wolf in the distance, was something to feel relieved about. After all, there were so called cannibals and if this was a such, then it would get a two in one meal, quite literally. What to do, what to do, what to do... She thought, looking first past the tall figure, then in the opposite direction. Running was always an option. But she would need a serious head-start in order to outrun that guy. 

Eventually she got to her feet, shook her coat and remained standing, regarding the stranger with a wary gaze.