Whitefish River rude awakening

she'd been in pursuit of the newest member's trail. her distrust of strangers had not faded, but rather than avoid them, she sought to confront them head-on, now. the idea of wolves with questionable intent hanging around while her brother healed was out of the question. 

she spots his dark rear a moment before noting the second, foreign scent here, and calls out a "hei," to get his attention at the same time something screams and lunges out from the undergrowth, her view of it mostly obscured. her tail curls higher, bristling, but doesn't move forward immediately; she has no idea what's going on.