Blacktail Deer Plateau we are in a state of flux

She’d gone off the plateau the day before in search of food for the lot of them, something more than small game. They’ve been here long enough she’s started to wonder if they need to move on and find another place. It isn’t barren by any means and they haven’t had too much trouble with other wolves. There aren’t even any obvious neighbors even, and the other girls haven’t reported anything she’s been aware of anyway. Restlessness settles in a way that she can’t explain and haven’t yet brought up to the others, and just maybe they feel the same way too. They found this place once, they’ll find another.
 
As she returns, there is no excitement to her steps. There hadn’t been a single indication of a herd traveling by and she hadn’t wanted to get too far without their help. Mallaidh takes the long way back, not searching for anyone in particular, but she does swing by Max’s den when she realizes she’s nearby. Her nose flares a bit, searching for her, but her brows knit together when something else tickles her nose. Before she realizes whom it belongs to, panic begins to set in and her ears fall back, anxiously licking her lips. Feet are frozen in place, staring ahead—she isn’t entirely sure which way to go to avoid the fiery girl, unaware her scent leads further toward Max’s herb den.