dusk, light snow—12 ° F, -11 ° C (-21.61657, -5.27344)
This woods was even more overgrown than the last, thickening after crossing a river hugged on either side by hear-leafed trees. It surprised Sahalie to discover that the west was more wooded than she had previously thought. From any of her few trips up the mountain the western valley had looked so open, full of rolling fields and grasses and rivers. But now that she was down on the ground and surrounded by trees she realized she was sorrily misjudged the dark blobs of forest green from her mountain perspective. It was a nice thing to be mistaken about, however, as the girl was not eager to be out in the open so soon after discovering the shelter of evergreens that grew out of the ground at careless angles. For a second she considered staying here, choosing here for her home, but her heart throbbed at the thought of giving up her dreams of returning to the east. She had no idea what else was out here. It was too soon to say.
One thing was sure: there were some wolves out here. The traffic of scent trails increased, crisscrossing her path with greater frequency than the last few days of empty forest. Sahalie was not stupid: she knew what this meant. Somewhere nearby—many miles, still, maybe—a pack had settled, which was interesting if not a bit disappointing. She wondered what they were like, if she should let a scent guide her to the territory or skirt it all together. Her travel companions were nearby, and she decided she would confer with them. Yet, before she could even lift her head the breeze changed.