The lone wolf padded lightly through the brush. Her eyes scanned the are for some shade to sit under. Although the femme wasn't that hot, she enjoyed being a bit cooler, seeing as her heavy coat was sometimes hard to bear with any sort of heat. The cooler she was, the more comfortable. Her eyes spotted a large willow swaying sadly with the slight gusts of wind. She padded over a bit faster, he eyes locked on the cute little patch of shade right under the tree's protective leaves.
As she found herself under the tree, she lay down in the shade. Her pupils expanded with the change in light. As the breeze swayed the leaves back and forth, Linara traced them with her eyes, only pondering the simple things in life at this time. She suddenly was her own philosopher. She began to ponder her meaning in life, where was she going? What was she going to do? She sighed. with the approaching winter, she thought to herself,
"Where am I going to go? Winter's prey is going to be scarce. I couldn't survive alone." She sighed, crossing her paws and laying her head on top of them. Her tail swpt across the brush, crackling quietly as she did so. Her ears twitched as she listened to the wind and the smelled the smells of the forest. She had no intention to hunt, and she could smell prey all around her, but she chose to lay in her spot, just taking time to be lazy and relax.
With her thoughts came a feeling of anxiety, a bit scared for the future honestly. Her belly swelled up with anxious butterflies and she felt un-easy. She needed to find a pack soon or die in the cold, cold winter; approaching faster than she thought it would. Whimpering slightly with the anxiety, she shifted in her spot a bit. What would she do?