Great Bear Wilderness What do you see in those yellow eyes?

@Saed
The wolf was running.
Muscles moved smoothly under a pelt of cream, fur rose and fell in the motions that strong legs led the wolf through. Paws thudded against cool ground, mostly barren, making no effort to be silent. Rocks slipped from under the paws, as the lithe body twisted and leapt over any obsticle in it's way. Composed and running with rythm, not haste and fear, made this wolf a sight to behold. Eyes a deep chocolate gleamed from a pale face, a thick pelt meant for winter covered a lanky frame. Sunlight, the las of it, streamed through a forest of barren trees, setting a golden haze on the world below. With the falling of the golden orb came too the cool, something in which the femme delighted.

She continued her run, delighting in the simply joy of it. Scents, of pack, of growth, of rain and twilight, the feel of earth breaking away under her paws as her thudding pawsteps sent tiny pebble and earth up behind her. Her body tensed and untensed, coiled and sprung, until, quite abruptly, she stopped. Muscles humming, she pad softly towards a small pool, perhaps left behind from the rain. She dipped her head and partook in the cool liquid, rouge droplets coating her muzzle, as she drank greedily. Her salmon tongue flicked into the water, drawing toward her more of the life-sustaining fluid.

The femme was happy. Simply, pure, joy. And why should she not be? The growth returned, she had reached a land of plenty, newness coated everything around her. She could simply spin in a circle, and everything she laid eyes on would be a first. The first time she saw that stream, that rock, that tree. It was exilerating, frankly, and the femme frankly didn't care who saw or their opinions on her obvious happiness. She lifted her maw, glancing at the sun as it slowly crept behind a veil of trees and down, what seemed like, into the earth itself. She watched as the sun set, ears flicked forward, form stilled.

The white female was stopped dead at a treeline. She slowly lifted her muzzle to the breeze. The scent of other wolves had filled her nostrils. Wolves she did not recognize. But how could she? She had never been here before. She had never been anywhere besides the Black Hills where she had been born. All of this was new to the young female, but she did remember how other wolves made the presence known in her pack's territory. Her ears flicked back against her cranium and she lifted her snout upwards toward the darkening sky. A long, sorrowful song belted from her wind pipes and echoes through the trees, letting the wolves of this territory know that she was at their boarders and she tried to convey her lack of wanting to fight. She sat down on her haunches and waited. She felt the breeze ripple through her downy white coat and let out a gentle sigh. She had been traveling for so long on her own that she had almost forgotten what other wolves looked like, let alone their scent. Patiently, and maybe a bit nervously too, she awaited some kind of reply.

Since Fluer is a lone wolf, this is neutral ground, so don't worry about howling since she isn't in a pack yet. :D Thanks for joining!

A howl rippled through the air, and the cream female flicked her ears toward the sound. Her muzzle swung in the direction of the eerie call, and her legs heaved her to her feet. These lands were spotted with packs, though she knew naught their names. Her legs carried her forward, paws scuffing against earth, her frame thin from the famine that had ravaged the wilds. But the locust swarm had not reaked permanent havoc, and here and there signs of regrowth were evident. The trees were full of green buds, and the ground was covered in tiny sprouts and green.

She approached the girl with her ears forward and tail lowered slightly in a neutral stance, her chocolate eyes taking in the stark blankness of the woman's coat. She sat near a scent line, of which pack she did not know, but it seemed faint. Still, she did not like to be near such a place, as she was a lone wolf and the pack wolves she did meet sometimes chased away intruders with the threat of death. This female did not bear pack-scent on her coat, and Fluer flicked her tail nervously. She chuffed in greeting, peering past the borders once or twice. This felt wrong, somehow. "Hello" she said, a small smile on her maw.

But to her surprise, the wolf simply turned and left. Stunned a moment, she slowly turned and loped away from the borders, confusion evident on her features.