There were two hikers, and they were completely unaware of the predator that was near. Well almost completely unaware. The female was uncomfortable, she could feel something was off.
"Siamo persi!"
Her voice was upset as she talked to her male companion, who's face was hidden by a map. She was jittery as she kept looking around, holding her arms. Her voice denoted weakness, and fear and discomfort radiated off of her in waves. She would be easy, they both would be. They had no natural weapons, their flesh was soft, no armor to speak of, and no claws. They had no advantage over the wolf. And there were only two of them.
"Non siamo persi. Siamo a destra qui..." Even the male had concern in his voice. He wasn't much bigger than the female, and he was distracted by that piece of paper blocking his vision, perhaps his one good quality.
The wolf sniffed at the air, and readied herself to make the kill. It would be harder without a pack, but it could be done.