Wapun Meadow I'm not asking for favors [M]

A familiar scent fanned her direction, her brows furrowed as she thought for a moment. Atka recognized that scent, that recognition came with her heart beating faster. Dreven? She wasn't necessarily frightened, just recalling their previous interaction.

He intrigued her, kept her mind wondering. She'd be lying if she said the last time she'd seen the wolf was where her questions ended. Without a second thought, she cautiously treaded around, nose to air as she tried to find the direction it was wafting from.