A hunt still, yet not entirely the one he had been expecting. Through the ferns and curtains of red buds off the wisteria, he would see her only when she rose up to be seen.

It was a tiny thing which lingered. Yaal would not have ever thought it to be truly wolf, if her scent had not suggested such. Then again, some others when seeing him had a knack to pretend as though they could not use their nose at all and have chased him down as though he were a lesser being. Yaalk'ali would not turn the tables on her. Not this time, at least. This land was far too new to him to be making enemies before he had made allies.

A thick grey tail moves behind him, large ears perked with interest in her direction. Ndalasdii. (Hello.) He decided, as he often did, he would pretend as though he did not known common for now. Easier to dismiss himself, should she prove of no use to him.