The vast and exposed tundra simply demanded to be explored. There wasn’t any way around it, eventually Sylva knew that she would have come out this way again, to see the wide, open plains yet again as she stood on a small sun warmed rock jutting out over a small rise. Brown eyes slowly moving as she looked out, rocky outcrops and scraggly bushes dotting the landscape in every direction as far as she could see.
“It’s so….big…” she mused to herself as she tensed up her muscles, springing off the rock and landing on the stiff and coarse grass with a gentle thud as she sniffed the air, a soft and dry breeze blowing from the north caused her to stiffen slightly as a new scent crossed her sensitive muzzle.
A wolf pack? Way out here?
She paused for a moment, weighing her options, the lowlands were a reasonable distance from the springs and White Fir Notch’s territory, so the chances of them being rivals was fairly low, but if she could figure out a little more about this pack then she’d have some valuable information to tell @Gent and Raela about when she returned, information that was much more detailed than ‘a pack to the north’. Her tail swished behind her as she kept her muzzle toward the north and headed into the breeze.
Eventually, Sylva found herself sitting on yet another large rock, the scent of the unknown pack was stronger, but weak enough for her to feel comfortably far outside of their boundaries, she paused here trying to sort something out, there was something vaguely familiar about the packs’ scent, something Sylva couldn’t quite place her paw on it.
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