It was not long before she could catch the scent of another nearby. The area did not smell like any one wolf or coyote - it was more like a mix, a jumble of loners and prey that has passed through the clearing over a long period of time. And yet, a scent was now stronger than the others; it was of two canines, close by, although she could not yet see them.
That did not last for long, however. Through the trees came a canine - she was small and thin, like herself, and female - she seemed weak, at least to Sepirah.
Sepirah bristled as the woman ordered her out. What was it her business, to order Sepirah around? The jackal woman did not move an inch except to pull out her knife, wary. "Why should I?" she asked. "This is not a pack's land."