Ra could smell others on the breeze. There did not seem to be all that many. Yet with their small number and the Ridge wolves own faltering few, together they would be a decent enpugh group. One which might give them far better odds for survival in the coming winter.
Each step Ra took was careful and slow as ever. She'd lift a paw, take one long stride and before placing her foot down fully, would feel the solidity of the earth with her toes. Running water was somewhere ahead- A river? A creek? It smelt far more fresh than that of the still pools and lakes, crusted over with a layer of ash.
Ra had every intention of meeting these Fisher wolves and perhaps together, the Fisher wolves and the Ridge wolves would become something else. Something better.