A week had passed and she had stuck close to the pack lands, trying to learn her way around. She had chosen to get up early one morning of her second week in the pack and range farther north than she had ever done so in the past. Spectre was not sure what lay to the north, but she wanted to find out. After all, the world had to be much larger than the surrounding areas she had come to be slightly familiar with. She would not say that she knew the areas surrounding Pitch Pine like the back of her paw, not even close. But she knew enough to get around. It was curiosity that drove her north in the wee dawn hours of the morning, when her breath just barely misted from her lips, and dew still gathered on the leaves.
The white female ranged far north, much farther than the boundaries of Dragonfly Fen. Farther than Umbra Copse, the forest she'd been found in by Shade. She moved at a steady, ground eating trot, pausing near mid-day for a drink of water from a passing stream before shouldering on. Spectre was not sure why she wanted to go so far away from her pack lands, or why she had to do it /NOW/. But she did.. and as night fell on the first day, the wolf turned, looking over her shoulder to the south, where she knew the pack would be bedding down for the night. Would she be missed? As a newer member, she doubted so, but even then, it was on her mind. Turning, the female found a small copse of trees to take shelter in and curl up for the night, tucking her tail over her nose to sleep.
Dawn once again found the female traveling north, her pawprints leaving a trail in the damp earth behind her. The trees began to shift, the forest changed from the Umbra Copse to what the local wolves called Spectral Woods. Though, Spectre herself did not know the name of the place. She found thirst high on her list of priorities, and followed the sounds of a stream. Finding it was easy, as was taking a drink. Managing to force herself not to play in the cool waters was another thing entirely. Spectre leapt into the stream and carried on for about an hour, chasing the fish without success, but more for the enjoyment of the game before she turned and followed the current.
As the heat rose, she found it pleasant to remain in the stream for the trip, the water allowed her instant gratification to cool her throat, and it kept her fur wet to boot. She meandered down the stream, occasionally hopping completely out of the water, and splashing back down for no reason other than spontaneity. Before she realized it, she was within meters of the borders that surrounded Oak Tree Bend, but with the water so close, it masked the floating scents of the pack.
Finding deeper water, Spectre paused, standing stock still and focusing on the fish swimming around her paws. She waited for the right moment, then dunked her head under the water, snapping at the fish without success. Each time she rose, she shook her head and snorted, dislodging water from her nostrils, only to repeat the motion.