A strange scent reached her nose - an unusual one but not one with which she was entirely unfamiliar. Tiger. At first she considered the possibility that it was the tiger she had allied with when she was Ebony's leader, but she rejected that possibility. This was a young tiger, not a fully mature adult as her ally had been. Her analysis was confirmed when a large cub made its way to her tree. It spoke playfully to her, having seen her perched on the low branch, and she narrowed silver eyes at it consideringly before lowering herself to her belly on the wide branch to stare down at him. "Stranger places have wolves been found," she answered him. "What be a young cub like you doing alone here?" She had caught no other scent of tiger in this forest, but the thought that a mother tiger who could take exception to her speaking with the youth might be prowling nearby sparked caution in the viking wolf.
