The Heartwood In the Bleak Midwinter

hey there! I hope you don't- mind my posts aren't usually that long, so sorry! I kinda assumed that she would know they're making a pack, cause I'm pretty sure Mara is about to tell her in the other thread.

Runt was further exploring the Great Bear Wilderness. Here was the Heartwood, a nice forest. If they were going to stay in the gorge they had found for a some time, then she would probably hunt here, since it was right next door to it. Soon she could hear the rushing water sound of the Whitefish River running through the Heartwood. Well, actually a bit that branched off from the main course, but still a part of it. She came to it for a drink. Runt bent her head, lapping up some water and glancing up. Standing nearby on the other side of the river was a orangey brown wolf with brown eyes to fit and a scar under one of them. "Hey, ya." She called out to the unknown lady. "It's pretty cold this time of year ta be on your own." She suggested to the stranger.