Who Woulda Thought?

Now that she was part of a pack, or pride perhaps was the better word, she set about getting familiar not only with the territories they'd settled in but the nearby one's as well. This day led her to the northern edge of Gambit Briar. Deep within it she could hear the sounds of birds and other smaller prey that had managed to worm their way into the safety of the thorns and away from the paths. Birna had no intention of going deeper in. This was more a reconnisence mission than anything and while a bunch of small prey could be useful in times of need it would not feed a pride for long.

As she ventured down one path the wind shifted and she caught a familiar scent. Familiar and yet different. Birna's eyes narrowed as she tried to place what she was smelling.