Wild Berry Meadow A pile of corpses that can reach the heavens

She crept closer, stalking like a lioness would her prey, until she was close enough to smell her. Her scent did not remind her of the Teekon much, nor of any pack she had ever traveled to herself. Good, that meant that whatever was brewing wasn't on her mind. Hopefully - most probably. She cleared her throat and directed her mismatched gaze upon the stranger's own with a disregard for proper introductions or anything fancy like that.

You're not from around here. She concluded, wrinkling her forehead with the furrowing of her brows. What are you doing here?