[Please , correct me if I am not allowed to post yet . ]
Polaroid's soft eyes surveyed the seemingly harmless earth in front of her. Trees moved slightly with a breeze that caught their leaves, making the uneasy she-wolf jump. "Oh. Just the trees." she reassured herself aloud.
Scents of all kinds were caught by her alert nostrils, some seemed wolflike, other's prey. The wolf-scents were the only one's that really worried her. Padding lighty across the grass, she hope not to make a sound. 'Quiet as a mouse, quiet as a mouse,' she kept telling herself mentally. It was the only way to keep this quiet streak up.
Crackle. A leaf had crumbled underneath her right forepaw. "Rats." she whispered to herself. This wasn't going to be easy.