Barrow Fields She just changes her mind

Lilia crossed scent trails left behind by others, but nothing concerned her terribly. None had laid a claim on the area, and the majority of the tracks she found were left behind by other animals. Rabbits, foxes, a coyote, some deer- nothing terribly concerning. She was relieved, at least, that deer seemed to frequent the area. Likely, they came to graze at dusk, when the light was dim and they were less exposed. The snow, pock-marked by their hoofprints, betrayed them, though. The wolf was on to their presence. 

She caught sight of something dark moving in her peripheral vision, but it disappeared from sight behind the few, shrubby bushes that grew in the area. She lifted her head to try and peer around. Perhaps it was Redd or Masquerade who were trailing along, also hoping to score points by finding a deer's scent.