There is a full moon
She had no destination in mind when she left, other than away. She had to get away. Her head raced round and round in circles and her feet followed more often than not. She had rounded back on the lake at least three times before a shake of her head the pounding of her heart turned her about again. No, no, no. The sun had climbed high and set several hours ago and still the bumbling woman had not stopped. Once she figured out that if she followed the slope of the land down she did not come upon the lake again.
Even with a wolf’s marvellous night sight, she stumbled in the dark as the ground levelled out. The skinny half winter coated hare was barely enough for a travelling wolf to survive on but she had managed on far less for so long the grumble of her gut was easily pushed aside. The way her tongue stuck to the roof of her mouth however was not so easily dismissed as he nose twitched catching the breeze and searching for any hint of water.
Finally the tell-tale sound of water running over rocks could be heard and she moved towards the sound until she stumbled on a clearly marked border. The scent of regular traffic was a clear warning to steer clear but she was oh so thirsty! She wandered first one way along the invisible line and then back the other, her head rising as if a physical barrier held her back at chest level. She sighed deeply before lowering her head to sniff at the dirt again and turned away. She would rather go thirsty. She wasn’t desperate enough to go crossing borders yet.