Bramble Falls Wandering...

The wind whistled through the dark trees, shifting the snow drifts that spotted the land. It brought with it the smell of flowing water, cold yet sweet, to the pale wolf's parched mouth. Her pink tongue peeked out of her lightly colored muzzle, aching to feel the liquid life flow past it.

Though thirsty and tired, she continued marching down across the rocky ground with wonder. The land wasn't anything like what she was used to at home; she never sensed such grace and power from the very ground beneath her paws. The wind gently blew at her again, parting her yellow-white fur. It was a familiar sensation, as such chilling air flowed about her island birthplace. She did not miss her home with so many reminders of it, especially with the memories it brought on. Now she was by herself, set loose, but struggling on her own. Her whimsical pull toward loner life was gone now, replaced with a new desire for a pack and packmates. Never did she want to be alone.

The unfamiliarity of scents brought her out of her thoughts, so she lowered her muzzle and concentrated on them instead. A rabbit had cut a trail across her path some time ago. A kill had been picked clean and was already being buried in snow farther away. Her stomach tugged at the smell and made her shiver. Natheless, she pushed her hunger from her mind.

Kal's head rose when she glimpsed the churning white of a waterfall. She nearly yipped in glee as she bounded for it. Ignoring the slight throb from her shoulder, she splashed to the shallows, letting the cool waters flow around her sore paw pads. She momentarily forgot her weariness and her self-assigned mission to find a new pack and indulged in the oasis of the pool. Lowering her gray head she lapped at the water, relishing the icy, tingling feeling as it slide down her throat.

Yela was following the scent of water. It was as clear as any other scent, but than again she was looking for Rolu. She heard the rumble first and thought it was Susku, then she noticed it was a waterfall. She looked up to see it the wonder of it was completely breath taking. Nothing like this was ever told about in her old land. She rather hoped that she was not in one of her dreams. She wanted it to be real, very very much. If there was things like this in this new land it must be where Rolu is. Its the only place he would go.

As she came over a small slop she saw another wolf. Yela froze, "Not another wolf! Please don't be a bad wolf, please don't find me," she thought. Yela quietly came down the the small slope to stand a little farther down river from the wolf. The wolf didn't seem to be evil, unlike her brother. Yela asked quietly,<b>"Hello my name is Yela Whitetree, whats yours?"</b>

"I'm not here to fight, just to say goodbye."
-Yela
Lone Wolf