Cream legs bolted across the lowland tundra as her ebony nose detected the scent of the nearby elk herd. The herd had moved away from the wild rye fields a few days ago, the beta was unsure of the reasoning for their sudden departure from their hunting lands. However, Ade intended to find exactly where the herd fled to in order to ensure some success in potential future hunts. If the Rye pack couldn't locate the elk herd, they'd have to find another species of prey to devote their time upon.
Before she realized or caught sight upon any sign of the elk herd she was tracking, a deep, dangerous rumble radiated across the tundra. Spring and ocean gaze glanced towards the horizon to see the thick, black thunderhead traveling at high speeds towards her. The down pouring rain was visible from miles away, making her stomach churn with a nervous pain. Why didn't she see this storm before she headed out into the lowlands? With no shelter in sight, she turned sharply and began to retreat back to the rye fields, abandoning her mission of finding the herd. The beta hoped nobody else was going to be out in this weather like she foolishly was going to be.