Sorry this is so late x.x

The new Autumn's chill found it's way into her bones, sending a throbbing sensation to her foreleg. A wince of pain flashed across her dull eyes, before regaining the smooth facade she held on to so dearly. If she could just ignore the discomfort then surely it would go away. Unfortunately it hadn't worked yet, but maybe someday.

Falderal thinking aside, she had to continue forward. It was only a matter of time before the snow would set in, and she would be trapped on this side of the mountain. After searching far and wide for another human camp, her efforts proved fruitless, and now it was time to move on. Of course she didn't fancy the strange bald creatures, they were an easy source of food. Not only did they trap creatures for her, but they would leave scraps in bins that were easy to knock over. It was never much, as they would chase her off as soon as they saw her, but it would sustain her over the winter months when prey was harder to come by.

A light breeze rolled down from the mountains, and she was able to catch the scent of a pack. Immediately rerouting her course to avoid the boarders, she resolved to going around. It would be easier if she could avoid any and all conflict. Lowering her head, the pale fae allowed her eyes to pour over the horizon, watching for an approaching form, but thankfully finding none. Picking up her pace, she began her ascent onto the mountain.

Look Out!

There is a deer that was killed by a lynx nearby. +7 Health

It's ok! I think that meeting Chulyin will just be the reason she chose the mountain pack c:

Her ascent didn't seem to be going as planned. Veronika had hoped she could slide by under the radar, but that wasn't going to be the case. The heavy scent of a male hit her nose, followed but the crunching of stone underneath of his paws. Stilling herself she faced the sound, and let her injured leg rest against the Earth below her paws. One should never flaunt their weakness before there was no choice. If he planned on attacking, and she had to defend herself, then and only then would she try to escape. For the time being she would simply try to seem every bit the healthy wolf she once was.

Dull saffron orbs scoured the land before her, hoping to catch a glimpse of the male before he was upon her. She had to gauge whether he was smaller than her or not. If so, then he wouldn't be likely to launch an attack. Thanks to impeccable breeding she was graced with size, towering over most females she met. It wasn't always the same with males though, as they usually teetered toward the larger side of the scale.

It was only then that the light scent of a fresh kill touched the air around them. Immediately her body reacted, moving back away from the approaching male. A wince passed across her face for only a second as her foreleg landed against the ground a little too hard, but she continued moving backwards in a pointless attempt to distance herself from him. With Winter coming early, and an already apparent lack of prey, the tension of this encounter could be heightened tremendously. His pack was likely full of hungry mouths, and now the only thing standing in the way of him and an easy meal was her.

His voice carried across the space between them, startling her, but something made her stop. He wasn't coming after her, just warning her. Curiosity piqued in the pit of her golden eyes, and she allowed her head to cock lightly to the side. "Hello sir?" Her tone was polite, but respect had never been an issue for the light wolf. The pack she hailed from believed heavily in honoring those around you until they gave you a reason for disrespect. It was guideline that had been drilled into her brain from the time she was born, until the incident, and one that hadn't been lifted with time. Unfortunately it didn't help her establish his intentions. Why was he calling out to her? Veronika had planned on leaving until he spoke, but something about this interaction was strange, unpredictable, and she had to admit she wanted to see where it was going.

The carcass' aroma poured over them, but she willed her stomach not to growl. Hunger was an everyday occurrence now, and so it didn't bother her nearly as much as it used to. In an effort prove she wasn't a threat, she side stepped a couple of tail lengths in the direction opposite the kill. This time she took great care in putting only a small amount of weight on her faulty leg, allowing him access to the deer without herself being an obstacle. It was close to his pack lands, and y default it would be his, correct? Or was her logic a little off? Either way she didn't plan on taking food from the hungry pups that were likely waiting back at home.