The sudden snowfall in late Spring had caught Marlow completely by surprise, especially considering how mild the climate had been before that chilly evening. The female supposed that it had served as a sharp reminder, to stay prepared for anything. It was the female's decisiveness and adaptability that had gotten her this far, after all; away from band of wolves that had wanted to tame and mould her into one of their own, and out into the great wilderness beyond where their rules and traditions had now hold over her.
The feeling of freedom, of finally having the power to follow her own will, it was what she had craved all along. It was intoxicating, and now she felt this strange pang inside her chest, a yearning, a hunger for more.
Sticking to her plan to travel north, Marlow had slipped away from the snow-blanketed willow trees and advanced onward. The snow had not been able to penetrate the thicker canopy of the surrounding woodland, and what little breaks in the shelter there were only allowed the warmth of the sunlight to filter through. Catching the sound of trickling water, the female soon discovered a small stream carving its way between the trees. Stopping for a quick drink, she paused to assess her direction, before she continued to stroll upstream beside it.