Moonspear you were the one next to me

@Liffey 

Wraen first caught scent of the big cat and caught sight of it some fifteen minutes later. It was a mountain lion - a large specimen for the species, who was obviously doing very well this winter. He was fit as a fiddle, strong and quite confident as well, because here and there along the Moonspear's claimed territories he had left the scent marks. It was a horrible smell for the nose and it was hard for the young she-wolf to imagine, how on Earth something this stinky could impress anyone? Maybe the cougar ladies had different taste in perfumes or... quite... prehaps it was meant to keep people out - wolves and other cats alike. 

Since none of the guardians, who were experts at marking and all the other "how-to"s that belonged to the trade, were around, Wraen was a bit confused about, what to do with the intruder and the borders it had set. Lifting a leg was not an option, because her bladder was empty for the time being, therefore she decided that following the cat and observing it's doings from the distance would do fine for the time being. And if he was up to any trouble, she could easily call for help.