Barrow Fields She just changes her mind

There was movement. The woman's dark head shifted, peering beyond the shrubbery. Someone was here. She wasn't alone, and likely hadn't been for some time. 

Slowly, she slunk forward, approaching the form of they who appeared to be stalking her scent. This upset her immensely. 

From behind, she waited. Would they turn, or would her show of force come first? Either way, this wolf wouldn't leave her sight unscathed. None that disrespected her ever did.