Asta might not have noticed the hunter, were it not for a sudden shift in the wind. Her nose, sharper than ever in this particular form, caught the scent of a stranger and her head snapped up.
The sleek, white wolf scented the air again, flicking her ears forward, and then back to press tight against her skull. Her eyes searched the trees, but she couldn't quite make out the origin of that scent.
Best not risk it. With a low huff, she turned and bounded away into the forest.