Overcast, mid day.
An ink colored figure slipped between the barren trunks of the trees. Worn paw pads treaded carefully, almost cautiously as the lone she wolf made her first entrance into this new, unexplored region. Her head was held low, lined with her backbone. A set of dark ears were turned firmly back upon her skull, alert to every little sound. Standing out sharply against the dark fur of her face, vibrant yellow eyes scanned the terrain in scrutiny. Although her body posture could be mistaken as timid or wary, Nyssa was feeling anything but. Instead, she was doing her best to be stealthy, while watchful. She had no idea where she was, or what this place was called. If it even had a name. One thing it had going for it though, was that this land was abundant with wolves. None were within her sights now, which was just as well. Her paws were aching from the five day trek she had endured, pausing only twice to rest and catch a morsel. But she wasn't about to complain. Complaining wasn't her thing. Only weaklings did that. She was used to a rough lifestyle, and something as petty as sore paws was not going to get in her way.
A more pressing problem though, was the ache in her stomach. She hadn't eaten in days, and if she hoped to keep her form up, then she would need to find a meal. The sound of water ahead through the foliage, which had yet to sprout any signs of green, reached her ears. Pushing her way forward, edging to the bank of the twisting creek, she bent down for a long drink, quenching her thirst. Water droplets dripped from her dark muzzle as she pulled away, reclining back to gaze into the water thoughtfully. It wasn't nearly as deep as some of the other rivers she had come across in her travels, but it was deep enough that it could harbor some salmon. The timing seemed right for their migration as well. But with only minimal skills in fishing, Nyssa would have to test her luck and learn by trial and error. With a huff, she strode further out into the middle of the creek, without a sign of complaint even in the icy water. She let the water come up only to her elbows, as she would venture no deeper. A water logged coat and a case of the shivers was more than she was willing to risk for half a chance at a fish.