Morningside Cuesta summer flame

Hope its OK if I just throw her straight at you guys.

The river wound its way west, and with it went the wolf. She slunk along with her nose down, scouring the soil for scents, and occasionally pausing by the water to drink or stare out at the fish. The summer heat was minimal here; nothing like the retreat where she had once lived, nor as temperate as her natal bay. It was alright, she supposed. Nothing so special. After a pause to gather her bearings, the bear-like woman continued her patrol of the riverside and nothing really caught her fancy - it was all very boring, very quiet, very... passive. The birds were singing an idyllic song from their treetop abodes, and sometimes she thought she could hear bugs hissing or frogs croaking - but upon moving to intercept them (either because of pure curiosity or her indomnitable hunger) the grizzled woman would be met with nothingness. The passage of time was slow and somber; this was not the style Damascus was accustomed to, which could've been why she was so egregiously bored out of her skull. If something interesting didn't happen soon, she'd likely lose her mind to the lackluster summer day.