The smell of rabbit hits her nose as she wanders through the ship on the paws of a wolf. It's so unlike anything she's smelled here for so long that she stops where she is, thinking.

It doesn't smell like person.

Silently, she tracks the smell into a lounge, and spying the little white ball of fluff, well. It's been some time; she's more discerning about her prey than certain cougars. Wolves are not ambush predators, but pursuit hunters, but all the same she begins to creep closer, low to the ground.