Drooping Willows I tried so hard, and got so far

All welcome! Set late afternoon/early evening.

The wind brought more tantalizing scents on the breeze, teasing at the edge of her senses until she finally gave in and turned her head. Golden mist hanging in the air obscured the trees around her from view, the drooping edges trailing through the water suddenly far less interesting to her. She watched, nose twitching as the mist surrounded her in the scent until all she could think about was finding her dearest one again. She struggled through the mist, kept her head and body low to the ground and followed until she saw the shape of another wolf in the trees. Joy surged up her throat, and Undertow jumped with it, her steps quickening at last to meet the figure she'd been seeking.

She ran head-first into a tree. It set her down, haunches thumping to the ground from the force of the recoil. She was left shaking her head, blinking away golden mist until there was only the forest once more. No figure, no scent hanging in the air to lead her home. A whine left her throat, fiery gaze seeking over the green leaves as she sniffed at the frozen ground around her, pawed at the snow until dirt came up under her claws and she got a fresh blast of earth in her nose. This place didn't smell right. Nothing smelled right, anymore; this wasn't where she was meant to be. Undertow growled, low in her chest, and bent her head until she could wrap her jaws around her foreleg and chew while she thought. There must be something else that would point her in the right direction.

No matter how she turned the thought over in her mind, however, no solution revealed itself. With a heavy heart, Undertow searched around one more time and then resigned herself to it. Her mate wasn't here; she had followed another dead end. Yet she'd been so sure this time...surely one day she would succeed?

This couldn't be all she'd ever have.

Again Oksana found herself disappointed as she approached what was once once borders of Willow Ridge. She hadn't known much about the pack just that the leader had been kind to her mother. Still the crow had hoped that she might find the pack still there. That whatever had driven the others from the lore had somehow not made it this far. There weren't any signs of patrols happening, no scents of a pack. Instead ot was just as over grown as the rest of the lore that she'd seen. Slowly she moved across what had once been the border. At the very least maybe she could find a nice place to stay for the night before moving on. 

Her steps were slow as she limped across the snowy terrain. She couldn't wait until she found a place to rest since traveling through the snow was difficult and left her extremely tired after a day of travel. It was so quiet that maybe she could even spend a few days among the Willow trees without worry.

The young woman wasn't expecting the paw prints in the snow. When she first came across them she hadn't been sure. She couldn't deny that they belonged to another wolf once she'd gotten closer. Not wanting to miss the owner of the prints she followed the trail as quickly as she could. Soon enough she found the lone figure of another woman. 

She let out a bark to let the other know she was nearby. She hoped that it would get the others attention long enough she could catch up. Oksana didn't know what to expect but she has to know if this wolf knew anything. 

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