February 14th
Overcast, late afternoon.
Her wanderings were continuous. Despite a few run ins with some old friends from the past, Neha chose isolation over companionship. She knew they were out there and where to turn to find them should she wish to. But she had drawn into herself more and more, feeling that her new lifestyle as a solitary wolf was best suited to her. She knew her childhood friend Ember from Aurora Heights would love to have her close, in the pack but Neha declined. She simply wasn't ready to get back in the mix yet. With that pack being situated on the mountain, the same as her birth pack, her feelings were mixed about dwelling on those slopes again. She didn't want anyone from the Cove to catch wind of her, regardless if they missed her or were worried. That part of her life was behind her.
The winter months had been a trying time for the young Vuesain. Having spent all her life surrounded with the benefits of being in a pack, she was never left wanting. Now, just getting by was a challenge. Her slender frame had lost weight, taking on a more gangly rather than regal appearance. With much of the herbal plant life dead or gone at this time of year, there was little reason for the female to bother with what had once been her passion. Now, most of her time was spent tracking down small prey or leftover carrion or locating a sheltered place to bunker down for the night.
Once creamy paws turned pallid grey from lack of cleanliness pushed her through thinning undergrowth. The soil beneath the snow turned less soft and more compact. The upwards slope of the hill she ascended was no new task to her; she was accustomed to rougher terrain than this. While steered in the direction of the mountain, she had no intention of poking around it today. A peculiar scent drew her in, towards this hidden little nook somewhere between the forests behind her and the mountain to the west. Dulled brown eyes fixated on the brilliant orange pumpkins, haphazardly strewn around. Delicately placing her paws over the tangle of many a vine, she picked her way forward. Never having come across these oddities before, she grazed her dark nose across the nearest one in an investigative sniff. Maybe they were edible...