The ebony furred wolf’s nose twitched as she trekked alongside the frigid river, the soft murmur brought some comfort to the canine as she headed east, constantly, Sylva looked to the south constantly, the barren forest would do little to conceal predators, but she was a bit skittish, the last couple of days have been grating against the female’s frayed nerves. To the south rested her old home, White Fir Notch. Sylva had become paranoid about running into the wolves she had once called family.
If the Medic had known any other way east, around the massive fortress of stone that dominated the center of the land, she would have taken it in a heartbeat. This way the only path that she knew of though that she could follow. Taking a deep breath, Sylva paused,glancing around once more before stepping to the river’s edge, lapping at the cold liquid, her hazel brown gaze slowly closing as she took a brief moment to relax and quench her thirst.
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