Lost Creek Hollow without you

Nothing sparks her interest, nor does anything cross her path, and so she continues on aimlessly for a while as her mind drifts to something else. The territory had been empty of wolf scents for the few days she’d been here and while the wind blows against her face, she remain unaware of the wolf behind her. When he chuffs, she flinches, ears flattening and she shrinks a little until she can see who is behind her. Slowly, she turns to see the youthful appearance of a well-built grey wolf but at their distance, she cannot distinguish much else.

Her legs slow to a stop and she makes a short half circle to face the stranger. She does not close the distance and instead watches, waiting to see if he will continue on or make contact.