[AW] reckless.

Ambition blossomed in Natha's chest as she caught the faint scent of dall sheep. Golden eyes glittered with the thrill of hunts to come and the challenge of taking such large prey for herself unless she was able to enlist the help of another predator or two. Natha gazed up the fjord wall, searching for the white forms that would dot the stone like living snow. Her ears twitched lightly as the wind picked up. It was shifting in her favor… or so she hoped.

Natha leaps with silent and deadly grace, her massive paws hiding razor claws as she begins to work her way along the sheer cliffside. She doesn't go up very far and continues along horizontally. This is for practice. If she spies her prey she will have to move swiftly and silently and this is not a terra she was familiar with.

She continues farther until the sound of a waterfall catches her attention. Tufted ears swivel one way and then another as her golden eyes narrow. Yes, all life required water and there was a chance that she might find her quarry in such a place. Carefully she descends back to the ground, slinking along the rocky ground until she arrives at the waterfall where a dark-pelted wolf was drinking. Nostrils flared as Natha took in the scent and she noted that as of yet she did not smell any other wolves nearby. Was this another loner. She debated continuing on her way but then decided to throw caution to the winds. What was the harm in asking a simple question?

"Excuse me, have you seen any dall sheep pass through this way in the past hour?"