With a slow exhale, Jynx's breath rolled past her lips in thick, wispy tendrils. It was just that cold out. Cold and quite dreary, with a thick layer of mist that seemed quite persistent in gripping the CedarWood Forest for the past week. She just thanked the stars that she was well off, unlike some other wolves out there. She had joined the River wolves just in time. She was well fed, healthy, had a warm den to curl up in, and strong wolves supporting her. While winter certainly was not her most favorite time of the year, she could not deny that there was a certain beauty to the glistening, snow covered landscape. She enjoyed the eerie, peaceful sort of silence that it brought. Many times she would just walk, enjoying her surroundings while becoming lost in her own thoughts. Other times, much like a playful pup, she would dive head first into the fluffy powder, rolling and scooting delightedly.

Today just happened to be one of the days when the young russet female was out on one of her little strolls. She had spent plenty of time familiarizing herself with the land inside the pack borders. So now why not explore the rest of the forest? While it was free land for any who wandered by, she still felt a certain sense of protectiveness. Likely just a phase she was going through, having recently changed lifestyles. Snout buried in the snow, she had been distracted trying to pinpoint the presence of what might possibly be a mouse in hiding. She had not been expecting to hear the lone howl, and with a slight jolt, she pulled her muzzle free. Common sense told her that any wolf calling from this part of the forest, was most likely not a member of Cut Rock. They were far enough away from the borders not to be a real concern, so she would go see what they wanted. Replying with a short howl of her own, Jynx set off through the snow to greet the outsider. Squinting through the mist, her eyes soon locked onto the dark wolf. Offering a low woof, she announced her presence, stance neutral.