It was rare for the honeyed wolf to stray outside her pack borders -- even when she had lived both in Swift River and Oak Tree Bend. She held little wanderlust, or desire to seek adventure in the lands that surrounded her. Kisla Baranski instead sought pleasures of life through the simplicity of what remained at home -- her family. At times, more often then not, her heart would ache for her brothers and uncles across the mountains. Not a day passed when Serach, Sceral and Triell especially would enter her thoughts, and as much as she wished to see them.. she could not. A trip across the mountain in such a dangerous season had proven to be fate her for last winter, but she could not risk the chance it would keep her from her children now.
But the exceptionally cold day found her along the frozen marsh -- her paws moving carefully upon the ice that graced the now frozen lands. Drifts of snow blanketed across the open terrain, and there was little to be seen -- but Kisla was intrigued at what prey might be traipsing through the lands just outside their forest.. and even more intrigued to see if the wolves of the Caverns were putting it to better use than they were.
She could tell nothing for the moment, and as afternoon lulled a lazy grey cloud overhead, the leader of Cut Rock River gave her pelt a brisk shake, noting the unfurl of her breath as it misted in to the air before her. The trip was proving to be worthless, and she debated quietly if she turn back now, rather than seek out another nearby area.
sparking up my heart