The large woman had not been doing too much. She kept to herself and did her part in the pack. Marked borders, helped fill caches, the usual things that pack wolves did to help one another. Granted Abaddon did it more to protect and help herself than she did the others. Her own survival usually came first to her. Despite having been with these wolves for a month already she hardly knew them. She would barely consider them to be her family and friends. They were practically living company to her. All small cogs in the machine of her life.
Today was no different. She had started her morning off with a brisk stroll around the northern borders of the Heights before she toed outside of the territory in search of some kind of food to bring back. Up here there wasn't too much to go for it seemed. Perhaps she just wasn't well versed enough in these mountains to know what was worthwhile and what wasn't. Abaddon had experience in mountains but these mountains were not the same as the ones back in Hollow Highlands.
It was early afternoon by the time she found herself meandering back into Aurora Height's land. She would take her time getting from the borders to the pack den. There was no real rush after all.