Firefly Glen Running in the same race, same pace

Nose to the ground, she continued her exploration and search for the elusive rabbit. She was focused and lost within her task but a rustling from behind her made her freeze and lift her head to scan the area around her. She sniffed the air, finding that it didn't much help because all she could smell were unfamiliar wolves. This must be a heavily trafficked area, she thought. When another glance around provided nothing more than a vast blanket of white broken only by the grey and brown of the trees, she lowered her head once more and began walking. A few more steps, and she thought she heard the rustling again, but she ignored it this time and continued to focus on sifting through the many scents for the rabbit she was determined to find. 

The rustling seemed closer this time and when she drew in a breath through her nose, the fresh scent of stranger filled her nostrils. Simmik stopped again, lifting her head to drag her fiery gaze across area around her. She didin't immediately see the man but remained frozen assertively in her place as she scanned the trees again. He blended in well with the white and grey of the wintery forest, so it took her some time to finally see him. She was immediately on alert. She angled herself to face him, her expression suspicious. What are you doing? she demanded. Didn't he know how creepy it was to just stand there and watch someone without letting them know you were there? Why hadn't he said something? She didn't like it at all.