She sniffed the air. It was a routine she had used to keep ahead of hunters and prey alike. This time, the pungent, metallic odor of oil came to her, and with it, the familiar smell of man.
Her lip curled as she stifled a growl. Things had changed.
The danger of humans was well known to her after losing her mate to one the previous winter.
Lowering herself into a crouch, she made her way through the underbrush until she could see the outline of the human with his back turned.
She launched toward him before he could turn.