Bramblepoint Like A Bear From Slumber

The forest floor was flush with odors, so Towhee attempted to suss out the most promising among them. She isolated the trail of a groundhog, rejecting the plethora of rabbit and squirrel scents in favor of it. She wasn't at all adept, so the slowest prey was her best bet.

Somewhere nearby, a stick broke and someone cursed. But the Sovereign remained utterly oblivious in her silent world, all her attention attuned to the hunt. That was the case until she tracked it forward and suddenly her nose filled with the scent of another wolf, in close proximity too.

Towhee raised her head, stiffening, orange eyes scouring the surrounding brush as her flaring nostrils tried to pinpoint the source of the smell.