It didn’t take her long.  The scent of her was fresh around the cabin.  It was mixed with the scent of gun oil and something sweet that he couldn’t quite name, likely a shampoo or soap she used.  He heard her pause inside and then quickly approach the door, and then he finally saw her and the growl that had built in his throat caught as he cocked his head to the side and stared.  His nostrils flared as he took a deep breath, catching more of her scent as the breeze shifted.<br/><br/>When she didn’t drop her eyes as she should have his growl finally rose from his chest, a soft warning that she was treading dangerous ground, but not an outright threat of violence.  The growl was evident in his voice when he answered her.  “I think the question is can I help you.  You’re in my territory without permission.”<br/><br/>“What pack are you with… and what are you doing in my Mountains?” he asked gruffly as he took a few steps forward to get a better look at her.<br/><br/>She was a pretty thing, her posture that of a dominant wolf, not a submissive one.  He wondered for a moment if her fur would have anything in common with the color of her hair.  Pale wolves were rare in North America; most of them matched their non-sentient cousins the Grey Wolves, which allowed them to blend in more easily.<br/>