The young wolf had left the bramble falls, while they were beautiful, they did not hold the wolves Eden had sent her to find. Neither did she find much to scavenge upon as hunger creeped in for the day. While spring and summer had provided her with plenty of grubs and berries and fawns, winter was cruel and even scavenging carcasses became more scarce. With the snow came a fight or die setting for that of a single lone wolf. With that in mind, Tulip had decided to track the scent of a wolf who carried the sent of others upon their pelt to the origin. She was hungry, and while she was sure stealing from the Lore wolves would be much different than the Lesser Packs, Tulip's determination was locked in place.
The tiny creature dug into the cold hard ground, mustering the strength she had left and doing her best to stain her white paw. With hesitation due to the idea of the cold snow melting on her, the girl began to wallow and roll, attempting to focus on her scarred up patch of white fur. Once satisfied she trotted off in search of the boarders. She was colder now, could feel her body shiver from her risky tactics. To one side she could clearly see a lake, but to the other a tall thick woodlands. She huffed in protest, half tempted to go about her normal scavenging. Still the girl entered and searched, and looked, and backtracked, and searched a bit more. Once she managed to get wind of a fresh track she followed it right to the filthy smelling boarders themselves. Well marked to tell intruders such as herself to scram, but that was not enough to discourage the girl. Tulip lowered her body to shove forcefully to the ground and roll before pushing herself into a nearby marked tree. She did this in hopes that not only would her natural scent be masked, but she would smell of the near by land and their borders. This had been a trick that worked well with sneaking into the Lesser Packs, but would it work here?
Tulip backtracked off of their boarders, headed in one direction away from them, the backtracked a few steps before going the other. She turned her path many times and back tracked all about. Finally feeling good with her work she entered the strange land, the moon her only friend. Her nose guided her. The small black beast knew to follow to the point where the scents grew strongest and most overwhelming, then she would be in the heart of the pack lands. A dangerous place in deed, but she wanted food did she not? She treaded lightly, effortlessly gliding across the territory with silent paws. Grievous had done well to teach the child silence, patience, and theft. Yet, she was an easily frightened thing, and her mind wondered to how many there would be causing her to stiffen slightly, to walk less quietly, and to have her nerves rubbed wrong.
Despite following the scent to the strongest point, the girl was meant with confusion...boulders? There...were boulders? Where were the pack dens? Tulip hid well amongst some trees to recollect herself and form a plan. Her dark fur blended in well with the foliage and late night. Her white fur was stained brown and even the pink on her nose had been covered up. The small girl's only give were her eyes, that was, unless you were a master tracker. The girl was good, and trained well, but she was no master and there were flaws in the way she infiltrated. Quietly she staid hidden amongst the foliage and peered out to the boulders, she could smell both the wolves and their catch, but dared not to simply follow her nose...she had to formulate a plan...
(Note: was just notified it's not actually somewhat warm in ROW n the wrath widget is broke, will edit post accordingly when I get a chance. FIXED)
Tulip has a speech impairment that causes her to talk with a severe lisp and has selective mutism. I will not be writing her words to reflect this (outside of going mute), but ask those who roleplay with her to understand it's implied.