Drag Me Down

It looked like rain today, or perhaps snow with how cold it was. Cold and with overcast, a good day to hunt for any prey brave enough to come out into the cold. "Learn, track, stalk, pounce, kill." The thoughts, the same thoughts that always ran though her mind made her thin of the joy of hunting. Happy as she was, the fox like female did not smile as her light blue optics scanned the land for tracks.

Deer was off the menu today, no good spot for such a small wolf to trick one into, so perhaps something smaller yet small enough to fill her. A hare sounded nice. Isabella changed her stance, proud upright, with sure steps to a low stalking movement. Her nose didn't pick up anything yet but her eyes did. Tracks that were relatively deep meaning a larger hare, and that were not too far apart, the animal was walking.

Her pace quickened as she followed the tracks getting lower as she went. Ears down she could already taste the flesh. But, before she caught scent of the rabbit other than that of the tacks she found the scent of another wolf, male by the scent. Isabella stopped and stood, two wolves close to each other would keep any prey animal on edge, this hunt would not happen now. Figuring if the she could smell the male he could smell him she moved forward a bit, getting closer to the area of the male. Spying him from a distance she stood and gave a small bark, just to get attention. It was best not too seem like a foe or to be around another unannounced.

"Greetings stranger, I am Isabella VentFlurrer. A shame the scent of two wolves will keep any prey around her on edge." She said in the voice cold and calm as her position. She kept her eyes on the large and muscular male analyzing him, already thinking over ways to react should he prove to be a foe.