Nika sniffed the ground, she was sure that someone was watching her, but she pretended to be unaware as the scents of the wolvesâ€™ territory filled her nose. Her ears flickered to and fro and with a swish of her tail she took off at a dead run. There was no doubt in her mind now, she would feel the other wolf, their presence like a shadow as she bolted, dodging trees and jumping over fallen limbs. Her long lean muscled legs stretching as she ran at her full speed, she had been known in her pack to be the best hunter, out running all of her pack mates while they all panted behind her. A wolfish smirk lifted the corners of her lips as she ran. Nika of course was running on the outskirts of the unknown packâ€™s territory, keeping her left side to the boundary, and her right toward the neutral grounds. Whoever this wolf was, they had better hoped they had the windâ€™s help. Pushing her limit, she broke out of the forest and into a clearing, a small stream trickled through the sun lit area as tall wheat grasses swayed warmly in the breeze. Ducking down and rolling in the stream to through off her scent, she lay in wait.<span style="color: #00BF00">Whoever you are, I hope you mean no harm.</span><br/>Nika hadnâ€™t encountered another wolf outside her pack since she was a pup, and that was just a rouge who was in search for a pack. Of course, her father, being the string headed alpha he was, saw the poor wolf as a threat, and issued a fight to assert his dominance, using the poor rouge as a lesson to any of the pack who dared try to rise. Patiently the she wolf waited, hidden in the tall grasses as the sun was starting to warm the black fur that lay in patches along her body.