Cloud could tell that she was getting closer to the rabbit she was hunting when she registered the presence of another. The other had the advantage, wind-wise, but the small wafts of scent at least told Cloud two things: it was a wolf and not one that she knew. That could be good or bad, but she was relieved that it wasn't someone from the London pack looking for her.

When the other wolf - a female too - emerged between the trees Cloud studied her body language intently coming to the conclusion that this stranger wasn't a danger right now. So she sniffed the air and wagged her tail cautiously, ready to see what would happen.