- Set not too far up the eastern side of the mountain
The stars were still blinking coldly through holes in the silvery clouds when she left that morning, slinking across the borders in the quiet darkness, right before dawn. She had no particular goal, and no specific location in mind, other than simply further than she had ever been before. This urge had been building up inside her for at least one cycle of the moon, causing her to retract even further from the wolves around her, even her mother; And... She snorted loudly, cutting of her thoughts before they could move into dangerous territory, she had spend enough days brooding, today was a day for action! Her breath formed tiny clouds in the crisp autumn air, lightening along with everything else as the sunlight slowly made its way passed the horizon. More clouds blew in along with it though, leaving everything dull, never truly lit. Still, the colors were beautiful, everything orange and red, her unusual coat blending in nicely. Soon it would be over they told her, all the stalks would wither and leaves fall - already the ground was littered with them, brown and dry - and in the end everything would be left bare; Such an odd thing, for plants to die that way every year...
And as if to prove the stories, snow began to drift slowly from the sky, powdering everything in white, in a promise of what was to come. The young wolf still remembered her first snow, and the utter shock it had been to wake up and see everything covered in a thin layer of white, and with more falling from above. But she had quickly learned how sadly ordinary snow was, falling more and more often, though never sticking around for long, and leaving behind mud and puddles; Like rain but colder... A heavy sigh fell from thin, dark lips, Nalda Zamora was bored out of her mind.
But today she was escaping her frustrations, and she was doing at by running! Of course she couldn't run constantly, her lungs still needed a lot of training before she could keep up with the adults, but she did a pretty could job, shifting between a slinking trot and gangly lope. And soon enough, she made it, not just beyond the open pine woods full of toppled and rotting trees, but further still, through denser forests and eventually to an area where the ground began to slope upwards, trees again thinning. This was new! Though there were some cliffs around the falls, this jagged land was of a much larger scale, and seemed to keep reaching skyward forever. Gleefully, the pup climbed, rage and sorrow forgotten in this joy of exploring something new. Her nose was constantly in the air, and when a familiar scent suddenly hit it, she was quick to turn, her stomach demanding attention. Food was always good, especially the kind that was already dead so you didn't have to chase it; And this most certainly is! The intense odor spoke loud and clear, and as soon as she lay eyes on it, there was no doubt.
The carcass appeared to be of a young deer, though it was hard to tell as large parts of it were missing, and they remaining lay twisted in a grotesque angle. The unfortunate beast had slipped on the cliffs and tumbled to its death, leaving an easy meal for nearby scavengers, and the Timber pup was not late to take advantage of it. Though late enough it turned out. As she tore a piece of meat from the cracked bones, she noticed the odd consistency and dark color, as well as the very distinct smell, and yet she chewed down, putting hunger above her finer senses. This proved to be a mistake, the rotten taste on her tongue making her spit and wretch, reaching up to rub a russet paw against her muzzle to get all of the disgusting stuff off of it. And something did snack on a stubby claw, wiggling distinctly. Wide golden eyes turned to the pads as she brought them back into view, and her nose wrinkled as she saw a fat, white worm stuck between her toes. Shaking the leg rapidly, to get it off, she looked over at the carcass, more closely, and a shriek emitted from her maw as she saw the rotting meat teeming with thick, pale maggots.
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