Clementine had spotted the male wolf long before he'd ever come into view. The she-wolf lay hidden beneath the shelter of a fallen cedar, her cream-and-russet coat blending surprisingly well with the dappled earth and dead leaves. Holly-green eyes followed his every movement with quiet amusement. She didn't know the male at all, but she knew he carried himself like a wolf with something to prove. And, more importantly, she knew he was hunting.

A faint smirk tugged at her muzzle.

If he managed to bring down something worthwhile, perhaps she'd save herself the trouble of chasing her own dinner. There was no harm in accepting an opportunity when one presented itself. Besides, if he was any sort of gentleman, perhaps he'd be willing to share.

If not... well...a girl had her options.

Clementine's smile sharpened ever so slightly. She shifted her paws beneath her chest, careful not to rustle the undergrowth, and settled in to watch. The male's nose traced the ground, then lifted to the breeze, searching, thinking, working. Patiently, she waited. For now, she was nothing more than another pair of eyes hidden in the forest, silent and still as stone, curious to see whether Dhaska's determination would reward him with prey—or leave him empty-pawed.

Dhaska