Lila was not looking forward to the white months ahead. It felt cold now with just the wind a blowing. It forced her nose to have an inconvenient drip, and it was blowing so hard the leaves of the trees rustled. What she really hated was, she couldn't be sure she wasn't being followed. But, if she was going to make her trip along the Cold Creek worth it she had to keep going. She folded her ears tight against her head, happy at least the Spectral Woods offered some kind of protection with their steady trunks. It was times like this she was happy she was a forest wolf, not mountain. Hopefully this wind would make it easier for her to remain undetected.
Long limbs moved forward with purpose, keeping close to the fresh scent of at least three does. She knew she wouldn't be able to take one on her own. At least she could get a good look at them, and see for sure if there was a target or not. Why this was occupying her, she needed something far more stimulating like a hunt. If one seemed a bit sickly or wimpish she could always head back, and talk someone into helping. Maybe, one of those new ones. Regi seemed like he'd be the sort to take her up on the offer. Which wasn't bad, but she wondered about the other two. Pressing them seemed like a fun, little challenge. With a grin, and steady look of determination she kept checking along the dying vegetation, finding she was still on the right track.