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She maintained her persistent roving even as the nights started to lengthen, weaving and winding a path scoping the eastern Tuktu—one that was just sure to always keep the mountain range in sight. All the while, bearing down on her is a want for a purpose, a better mission, and she knew where she would have to look whether she liked it or not: with the company of fellow wolves. That, however, did not make it any easier to digest so soon. Her resolve was hardening but she may not be the easiest to impress, not after surviving alone, free, for so long.

But winter stood poised to make this more difficult. She had been taught to know her bounds and her limitations; maybe this was one of them. Only maybe still. She wasn't struggling that badly, but true, this was the leanest she had been in a long time.

Since she had worked to acquaint herself with this general area, she traveled sure-footed forward, onward alongside the riverway that she often found success near. Today, it seemed, doing so would bring her right to a stranger. Whether that was another success or not, she couldn't say yet. Instead of veering away to avoid the situation, she decided to go in for a closer look and nose around the stranger in a little more detail.

She finished off her approach more slowly, exuding neutrality (her tail, posture, and otherwise lax—her eyes stay sharp, however) for as long as she tests the waters to see what exactly he was doing here.