Sex: FemaleThe overcast clouds had been hanging over head all morning, promising it could snow. They were doing nothing but hiding the sun so the young Aquila gave them no heed. She kept steadily moving away from the woods, closer to the mountain. Looking for prey as any wolf might. She had more reason than that. She had ever intention to know the east by heart. The mountain was on top of the list.
Thankfully, the cold made the snow a thick crust, so she could traverse on top of it. Only now and again a limb would break through, and she'd have to tug herself free. Closer to the range, a musky scent caught her attention. It was an old bull, and he could be dinner. Passing through a patch of evergreens she only had to spot his dark coat, and pair of spooned antlers to retreat. He was definitely too healthy, and hopefully he hadn't spotted her. Though, she doubted a single wolf would worry him.
Putting distance between them eventually she found herself at gathering of large boulders. Curious she sniffed one then the next, briefly staring at the mountain, wondering how long they'd been here. The temperature suddenly dropped, and the sky let loose the icy rain and sleet it had been holding. A growl of annoyance, ears folded, and neck cramped to soften the blow. Eyes frantically searching for shelter, she saw the dark mouth of a cave. Sprinting she zipped forward, swiftly taking shelter.