don't eat the yellow snow

Malalia laughed internally at his sneeze, and watched Mortis crawl away. From her angle, however, she didn't see the camouflage he took upon himself. She was only thinking about her upcoming victory. Yes.... excellent.... leave the tree unguarded... Her hips shook with an excited wriggle as she slid forward on silent paws through the undergrowth, the tree growing closer, inch by inch, and within sight. She treaded carefully, carefully. She couldn't make a mad dash for it quite yet. If he was lurking around, still, then she didn't want to alert him of her presence.

Unfortunately for her, she was too focused on muting her steps that she didn't notice the wind change, ever so slightly blowing her scent towards the winged wolf.