The beating, beating paws

Natha lived and breathed winter and cared little that it had decided to stick around into spring. Her golden eyes gleamed in the moonlight as she stalked through the plains. The rabbits were likely asleep in their burrows by now but she would take this quiet time to study their tracks left in the fresh fallen snow and plan for the next day's hunting. At least that was the plan. Her tufted ears flicked up at attention at the strange call near the borders. It sounded like a wolf and yet not. Near the border she could see shadows lurking and her hackles raised as she heard Sirius call everyone to the obelisk. Natha turned and retreated, lightly gliding over the snow, her large paws allowing her to move quietly as she arrived at the obelisk in time to hear Asla's report. She nodded. "I saw them as well. I'm not sure how many, at least four but there could very well be more."