That which you seek

Her progress down the familiar canyon was abruptly arrested as she became suddenly aware that she was not alone in her explorations. It was not a scent that alerted her, but a faint sound that struck a premonition and caution within the viking. She automatically froze, lowering herself into a hunting crouch as she ghosted forward. Her paws carefully felt for the footing of each step so that she would not dislodge so much as a pebble, nor a scrape of claw to reveal herself further. She was hardly a popular leader in these lands, nor was Yfir a pack well thought of, and few enough here would welcome her presence. She feared none, but she would be a fool to careen into danger without her head on straight.

She paused, ears and nose quivering, unknowingly a mere turn of the canyon away from the very wolf she stalked.