Stone Circle You should eat me because like, I'm delicious

She was trecking through the territory as if on a mission, nose to earth as she ploughed through the snow. Every now and then she'd have to pause to shake the melting snow from her pelt, but it was not long before she'd begin again, tracking the scent of the stag that seemed semi-familiar. She wondered if he'd made it back, after all.

The cat was not there until it was, Poppy stopping dead as she realized her trail had fallen directly into its path, brown doe-like gaze snapping onto it in shock. "hello," she blurted after a moment, unsure if the cat was supposed to be here. Wolves weren't supposed to cross the lines, but prey and birds and fox could, and she wasn't sure under which category the thing fell. It looked like it was supposed to be here, and she shifted a little as she remembered the eery sight of the same sort of cat in a tree.