The scents of sunbaked earth and sage were carried over by western winds. They sifted through the plain's wheaten fields with a warm, comforting perfume that stirred Ana gently from her sleep.

The tigress had lost track of how many days she'd spent hunting and sleeping amongst the wolves of Alhukai. At this point, she could no longer blame intrigue of their kind more than how comfortable shed gotten here. Though she'd never admit to something like that -- and this was not her home.

This morning, she would hunt again.

Forelimbs outstretched. Claws extend and retract from their sheaths, and a yawn to reveal hefty fangs. The powerful bison were plentiful here as she'd come to discover, and Ana wondered what other herding prey these plains were hiding as she prowled the length of the territory towards it's outskirts...