Late Evening, Partly cloudy, 59°F/15°C
Broken Timber Pines, Noble has come to try and steal from you!
It was impossible to fill her stomach faster than it emptied. Certainly she had tried. The yearling tried with every prey animal she came across. The fleet deer, wary pheasants, and even a tenacious woodchuck had all evaded her. The only thing she'd managed to catch in a week's time was a catfish she'd spent two hours chasing from an evaporating marsh bed. She was surly, thirsty and starving, by the time she reached the water fall. It was then that she'd noticed the increasing frequency of wolf signs. There were tracks and even the unmistakable scent of the inhabitants along certain routes. It was too many and too strong to be random loners.
That first day, after slaking her thirst, she got to work. The Falls were perfect for washing the scent from her coat, the water was swift and it stripped every last trace from her pelt. In all likelihood Noble was the cleanest now that she had been in several months. She explored every off shoot of the river, learning which brought her closer to the distant pack. In that manner she studied the forest pack for several days. She would bathe in the falls at sunrise and wade along the streams before disguising her coat with the mud that lined the shore.
On the fourth evening she waited until sunset approached and shadows obscured the forest. With a deep breath the yearling loped up to the now-familiar borders, took a quick glance around, and stepped into the land that belonged to Broken Timber Pines. She made for strongest scent of prey, keeping her body low and swift. Who knew what kind of wolves lived here?