Your ass better be sitting down

A familiar scent had struck Justice hard while she was hunting up pack members to test, and the burly fighter was following it now at a lope with her nose to the ground like a hound, eyes narrowed and lips pressed tightly together. Was that the scent she thought it was? She couldn't be sure, it had been so long. Years. It was fresh, and hadn't yet crisscrossed the territory like the pack scents that were there longest, so it was clearly a newcomer. Or, a come-back-againer? Frustrated with the time it was taking to track them down, she finally planted her paws widely and flung up her head, calling out a demand for the wolf she was following. They couldn't be far now.