It was strange; these lands had seemed abandoned days ago, and yet she found herself slowly meeting more and more wolves. First, there had been Adelard. She had to admit, she had taken a liking to him. Something about his presence simply… calmed her? Then there had been Clover, a smaller wolf, but one she also found she had a liking for. She had wandered north just slightly in her travel plans, finding a massive field covered in snow, the winter weather chilling, but not overly so thanks to the think coat she had been blessed with at birth. The summers were awful, but she found herself less miserable than others at birth, which she was thankful for in times like these.
Still, an ebbing sense of aching was upon her still, her paws practically numb from the cold. She knew she ought to turn back south and find herself some shelter before her paws froze off, or before the pads cracked or something equally as drastic. She probably ought to find herself some food as well. Life as a loner was hard, and she craved the safety of the tribe she had grown up in… of course, that safety was long gone now. Rhen and his daughter had seen to that, even if Alliare was no longer with them, may her soul burn in the deepest bowels of hell.
She found herself analyzing the blank bushes. She was certain that if she had not found this field in this season, it would look much different, and she wondered what kind of berries might grow there in the spring and summer. Perhaps if she were still in the area, she would find out? She wasn’t certain, but she knew she could at least look into it. She truthfully did not know where she would end up next, probably east.