She didn't like this place. She'd never been able to find the falls, and didn't trust the rest of the landscape. It had always been quite empty, leading her to think it wasn't a place for a wolf. Especially a pack of all things. But, there was one around here some where making her wonder what kind of wolves wanted to live here. But right now she was doing her best to avoid their trails, and had no want to reach their territory. After all they seemed to keep to themselves, and so did the Bend. Lila was only here hoping to end the life of a caribou.
It had a twisted leg that had long been broken and healed. But, it was't what had caught her attention. It had a terrible cough that had alerted her to its location, and once she'd laid eyes on it she felt like she might have a chance to end its miserable life. It was alone, scrawny, hornless, and moved slower than her grandmother. Or so she believed by what she'd been told. None the less a perfect target if she could just figure out what way it'd meandered off to.