Barrow Fields She just changes her mind

She scanned the area, and at first, thought she'd perhaps imagined the movement. Maybe it'd been a partridge. But when she cast a hasty glance over her shoulder, and did a double-take when she saw the dark figure approaching, head low. 

The last time she had come upon a stranger, they had been benevolent. They had hunted together, and she had received the majority of the kill as compensation for her efforts. This wolf had the faint aroma of blood clinging to her pelt, and Lilia wondered if perhaps she had come from the Strath. The remaining wolves might have chosen to track down the wolves who had sent them scattering, and tackle them when they were still en route. 

Lilia watched her with a steady gaze. She didn't dare cast her glance around, to see if there were others. Silently, she held her ground, and willed the woman to come to a stop, or alter her path.