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The silver, fox-coated woman had come to the falls in hopes of finding prey to drag home. It seemed like a good place to attract all sorts of animals, and she was sure she'd be able to snatch something. Dainty paws carried her along the water's edge, heading toward the sound of roaring water. When she caught sight of a dark creature up ahead, she lowered into a crouch and prowled into the cover of trees, stalking toward the animal carefully. She moved slowly, each pawstep as light as possible in the snow. The mist from the waterfall began to skew her vision, but she still had an eye on the dark shape that stood out against the snow.

Once she was sure she was close enough, about twenty five feet, she focused, bringing her legs in and coiling her muscles, preparing to leap. She sprung out from cover, silver eyes fixed on her target. Long, graceful legs carried her quickly, and in several bounds she was ready to pounce on her prey. However, her paws skidded to a halt in the snow, and she stared wide-eyed at the animal she'd been stalking. "A pup!" she exclaimed, padding forward softly and leaning down to study the boy closer, "I hope I didn't startle you. Why are you here alone, little one? Are you lost?" She hadn't expected to find such a young wolf today, especially when she thought she was hunting.