(I really have to get more active on here....)
~Ash observed the two wolves which inhabited the shadowed valley from her lofty, obscured perch atop the incline that sloped upward from the valley. She lifted her muzzle and scented the air, trying to decipher hidden factors about them that couldn't be seen.
One thing for sure: they had just eaten. A lot.
Ash's mouth watered. How come they couldn't have been hunting on my territory so that I could've chased them off and eaten their prey? Ash wanted to claw her own muzzle off at this knavish thought. What are you- some dishonest coyote?!?
She kept drawing the air through her nostrils steadily, trying to ignore the tantalizing blood of elk that lingered on the wind. Larger one is male, but old. Seems to hold himself in a lofty esteem above the female- former leader of some sort? And the she-wolf is young and obviously not his mate. Friends, perhaps?~
The wind shifted. Greymane's nose caught something. His hackles raised, his nose twitched. He started barking, raising the alarm. He glanced uphill but could see nothing. Another wolf was nearby. A female, alone. Growling and barking, Greymane yelled at her. He didn't appreciate unannounced visitors spying on him.