While the lands were strange, a fact that Lilya was finding it hard to ‘get over’, there seemed to be at least a few nice wolves that lingered around, and she hoped there were more good than bad lurking about. Her tail carried a soft sway from side to side, eyes examining the territory as she was careful not to travel too far up the mountain, figuring that was a surefire way to get herself into more trouble – heights had never been her forte. She was sticking to the base for this very reason. Her nose was actively working to find scents, tracks of prey that she could take down… smaller prey that she could take down by herself to get her by… a girl needed to eat.
She drew a deep breath as she continued her trek, a soft shiver running down her spine as she gave her coat a shake. The peppered girl had found no such luck, figuring she could expand out into the forest regions she knew surrounded the mountains through travel… learning new lands had always confused her far too much, and this one was no exception, proving to be vast with many personality types that gave her whiplash. It was a good place to hide.