forsake me not

There seemed to be little to recommend this particular land for... well, anything of value at all. Most all she'd seen here was small game, game that was plentiful already in Yfir's territory, and she'd seen little enough plant life that even as unlikely as she was to recognize medicinal herbs she doubted they were any more plentiful than the prey. Her claws clicked oddly on the marble beneath her paws, though, and she noticed it served to send the prey scurrying. Perhaps it would be good for lessons in moving stealthily through unusual terrain, if nothing else... Thoughtfully, she sought to move differently, placing her paws carefully and rolling her weight forward more slowly so that her claws would not tick against the stone as they had before. With her attention thus occupied, she very nearly missed the scent the wind carried upon it. Almost. Her black-masked head came up abruptly as she paused with one paw still raised, nostrils quivering as she drew in the scent of an unknown wolf. It was not so long ago that she'd encountered a young female in a very similar situation farther south, and with that in mind she murmured loud enough for the words to bounce strangely off the marble, "I hope that you are seeking to hunt me, liten kanin?" She knew it was a different wolf, a young male with a harder, more dangerous scent, but the parallels were amusing enough to be worth taking the time to see this encounter through.