She moved swiftly, creeping around stumps and logs of fallen trees from the most recent storm. Weaving through the trees, she sniffed the air constantly on the lookout for the scent of pack on the cool night air. She didn’t have much time before the guards picked up the scent of cat on their lands. All she could smell was damp earth and small woodland creatures, and she picked up speed. Trees and ferns blurred as she sped through the forest toward the heart of the territory. Suddenly, the wind shifted direction, and she knew with a sinking heart, the wolves on sentry duty picked up her scent. A wolf howled in alarm. Others howled a wolf song in return, and joined the hunt. She was already tired, but she continued to run, adrenaline making her feet swift. They were fast approaching her, when she picked up the pungent odor of wolf a minute later. They hadn’t been as far away as she had hoped. Desperate, she picked up as much speed as she could. The break the in the tree line was up ahead.
