The weather was warming up as the small wolf trekked down through the dense trees. Light filtered through the thin canopy and stray beams managed to find their way all the way through as the day grew warmer and brighter as the sun rose higher and higher into the air. Soft brown eyes darted around as the everpresent scent of the coyotes lingered, permeating the air like a heavy fog.
Aeliana licked her licks as she sniffed the air, hoping to catch the scent of some nearby prey. She was left disappointed, however, a soft sigh escaping as she felt the familiar pangs of hunger twisting inside of her stomach. The familiar, gurgling rumble emitted and she muttered softly to herself.
Continuing on her way, she eventually came to the edge of the trees, she sucked in a breath when she saw the calm scene of the lake before her. The sight left her breathless, a massive island stretched out in the water before her. Reminded of her thirst, Aeliana made her way down the uneven shore. The moment her pads pressed into the soft, damp and cool silt, she groaned softly. The sensation was far more comfortable than the rough rocks she had been crossing on her way to get here. Besides, water was far safer than the forest, she could see anyone coming instead of fearfully and constantly jumping at any noise. The thought that water might also attract others hadn’t crossed the yearling’s mind as she dipped her muzzle into the warmed water and gulped some down.