River

Moving silently along the bank of the large river, she watched for any sign of movement. Wolves, prey, humans, whatever moved, she didn't want to see it. She was full from yesterday's kill, the blood still coloring her gray and white muzzle. Humans just got in her way and tended to make a mess of things. And wolves, her own kind, tended to drive her insane. She was a natural born leader, and also possessed a certain disregard for authority. That flaw had gotten her in trouble more times than she cared to remember, so she sought a life alone. If a pack decided to allow her in, she'd go, but only for the protection and larger prey that came with it.

*Cougar*

A very large, old cougar was perched upon a rocky ledge above the wolf. The very tip of his tail flicked lightly from side to side as he deeply-golden eyes studied the canine. There was silverish white fur on his muzzle, showing much for his advanced age. He didn't say anything or make a move; he only watched her with intense eyes and tense muscels.

River

She continued moving, her highly sensitive nose picking up the scent of a cat. She raised her muzzle slightly, searching out the scent. Her senses told her up, her eyes daring a glance up to spot the aging cat. Huffing softly, she proceeded on her way, moving at her own pace.

Ghost

White bruja stagered into the Breve Ridges, she came looking for members to join her pack. As she jumped along from rock to rock, she herself picked up the scent of the cat, then she caught the scent of the other bruja. Slowly she made her way, coming from behind the cat, standing behind it, and a little under it. Banner was raised high in the air as she saw the femora before her. Fangs slightly bared towards her.