For a moment, she stayed there, catching her breath and moping. Her tail curled and uncurled in frustration, the sound of the hogs' hoofbeats getting smaller and smaller. But hunger kept her on. I can't give up yet. She began to follow the trail they left behind, idling looking around as she walked back to the herd. It took a few paces before the young leopardess noticed the head of a wolf peeking from the tall grasses, and that's when she stopped to stare. Her mouth, once agape to take in more breaths, now closed with focus. A stranger in her path, and they already noticed her. The wolf was taller than her (but to be fair, a lot of things are taller than her), yet didn't seem to be the full size of a wolf. Meaning they're either young, or unusually short.
Normally, Roxanne would give them a wide berth, but she was so hungry that the idea of having another set of paws to boost her hunting success, even if the second set is a stranger, was enticing. She continued walking forward, making no attempt to hide herself, eyes clearly on the other. Assuming they didn't go away, she'd eventually stop a few yards away from them and say a simple, "Hi," even from that one word, the tone of her voice gave away her age. At only nine months old, the african leopard was skinnier and shorter than other leopards around her age, but she still kept her head high and tried to hide the apprehension on her face, tried to hide the hesitation in her voice, "Do you uh... wanna... hunt with me?"