distance and meaning

Valkyrie wove through the trees with her nose to the ground. The forest had been recently abandoned by a pack. Rumor had it that it had been lost in a challenge and the move had been rather sudden, and that was what had brought Valkyrie to it. If they'd left quickly they might have left things behind; things they normally would have taken with them if time had permitted it. Things she could use or sell. So far she'd found nothing of interest which was a shame, really.

Her head shot up as a howl for her drifted through the trees. She tilted her head to the side and eyed the direction the call had come from. How strange. The predatory side of her, the side of her that would think nothing of setting a trap for someone and then coaxing them into it, was skeptical. Of course she would investigate. The question was how she'd go about doing that safely.

In the end she settled on circling around behind the caller and then sneaking up on them. She kept the wind in her favor as she did so and she moved slowly, each step taken with the stealthy care of a big cat on the prowl. Valkyrie wouldn't be caught unawares but if fortune was on her side, the caller would be.

She soon saw a pale form through the trees and after a brief sizing up, Valkyrie ghosted closer to the woman, hopefully closing in on her from behind and catching her off guard. "It's not every day," she purred in a voice that hung somewhere between flirty and threatening. "A stranger calls me by name."