Big Salmon Lake Pandora's Box

One particular patch on Sarah's scruff was impossible for her to reach with her muzzle. A hefty scratch there, however, removed a piece of blackened-dried out skin and released a smell of infection and bare flesh. She wrinkled her muzzle and then lapped up as much of capillary blood around the wound as she could pick up. The cold air against that open, inflamed wound was pleasant and inspired by this, she looked around for a bit of snow to roll in. 

This had to be postponed for later, because the injured wolf grew aware of being watched. You did not have to see, smell or hear the enemy. You knew in the pit of the stomach that you had to be alert, that you had to search. And her gaze finally settled on a dark shape outlined right next to the lake. Sarah's cold gaze rested upon the stranger, but all dark wolves look the same from the distance. She did not recognize the Moonspear's Queen yet. Still, the "who looks away first" game could be played by two. She sat down and "observed back".