She caught the faint stench of wolves, and something more akin to the bobcats but...different, but it was faint. Old. Moved on, she had to guess, but where the scents were strongest was sure to be a den she could use to get out of this cold.

So focused was Riverrush, that she didn't realize the scent of another cat was approaching until she called out, making the warrior instantly whip around with a warning snarl and the fur on her spine raised as much as it could in the Wet. Her brows furrowed in suspicion as the other molly spoke, the concern from her was evident but could you blame her for not trusting her?

She just got yanked from Starclan, for Shorestar's sake.

I'm fine she responded, though clearly not fine. Where am I? Are you clan or loner? Y'look like Mountainclan but y'er too...skinny as she spoke the fur on her spine went down, but she was still clearly suspicious. If she was in enemy territory, a patrol was bound to catch her soon enough....but she didn't know if the mountain had these kinds of birch. Maybe on the other side she hasn't seen?