Through the canopy overhead came a low roll of thunder, though it sounded distant, and not a drop of rain had fallen upon the back of her light brown pelt. Her head rolled back, and deep golden eyes observed the grey of the clouds through the trees. Perhaps the rains would come, and the thought drew a rough sounding snort from her throat. Oh how lovely! Not only had she wandered too far into unknown and unfamiliar territory, but now there was a very good chance that she could end up wet as well.
Throwing back her muzzle had granted her a taste of the air, and it settled in her nose in a way that put her on alert. Detective senses suddenly put her in the presence of another wolf, and her lips curled in disgust and disinterest. The back of her throat started with a grumble of warning, but it ceased soon enough. No need to make enemies so soon after all, there was some benefit to be seen in certain other creatures, particularly those more familiar with the area. Why, she'd not even begun to think about where she might drink, where she might hunt or sleep or play.