The sun rose over the eastern sky, wisps and puffs of clouds dotted the vast ever growing expanse as the small ebony and brown flecked canine trudged along the path she had chosen. Ears raised, straining to pick up the sound of flowing water. It grew in volume the further north she trekked along the snowy patch of forest. Sylva had come far from the southern half in  simple urges to explore beyond her pack’s borders, with @Kajika’s permission, She had sought to try and memorize more of the mountain she called home. It was frustrating though, the spring still a bit away, she wouldn’t know exactly where many of the herbs she’d be out this way collecting would be, but learning the lay out was the next best thing.

At least, that was apart of her agenda. The ever burning itching benight the medic’s pelt, coupled with the constant reminders of last year had pushed her to seek out solitude and meaningless task to complete in between caring for her two patients. A grunt of exertion escaped the wolf as she leapt over a fallen log, landing with a crunch in the snow. Her weight was starting to return, she no longer looked scrawny and underfed. Cocoa colored eyes constantly glanced around as the scent of her heat grew stronger. Rivers, why couldn’t she just turn that off, The thought had crossed her mind to roll in dirt and other strong scents to try and hide it.

The Pass was peaceful, quiet, and a haven of solitude. A smile formed on the Cove wolf’s muzzle when the sound became stronger. She rushed forward, loping between the trees and skidding to a stop when she found it. A clear, icy cold stream that grew from the mountainous source. “Oh...yes.” Sylva groaned, she flopped down with a thump on the snow covered edge, she let the water run over her snout, sending an icy shudder through her body before she lapped at it. Once she had her fill, Sylva pulled herself up, sitting at the water’s edge and enjoying the brief respite, here, her heat didn’t matter, her responsibilities didn’t matter for a day before she had to trek back to the lake. Here, she was just Sylva, another wolf, listening to the creek’s whispers.