Barrow Fields Hand's up if you feelin' the vibe now

Title taken shamelessly from NCT 127's fire truck + AW for all those wanting to get a hunter trade

The days are getting colder, Slancio realises with a start as he watches a falling leaf slowly flutter to the ground. Above him in, the color of the trees were slowly turning golden and red, creating a stark contrast in comparison to the green of summer. Soon winter will arrive the larger prey will migrate away. Padding out of Slatwinter at a comfortable rate, he wonders how many days there was left until the coldest day of the year will hit. A few days ago, when he was patroling around the borders, he could have sworn he scented the lingering scent of sheep.

He wasn't opposed to the idea of getting a head start on the colder weathers, and he lopped off towards the fields lying close by. Surveying the fields on a higher rise of land that, he sniffed the air and came up with a definite scent of the woolly mammals. Carefully, he began to pick his way down, mind and nose on alert and already on the hunt.

Dainty paws stepped carefully upon the ground as Amari ventured cautiously though the hilly terrain, her cerulean eyes surveying the landscape as she pressed onwards through another land unknown to the she-wolf. A sigh escaped her muzzle as she glanced around her, bushy tail swaying in the cold wind that swept through her gray and white fur, a sudden spirally down her spine as she continued with her aimless journey.

Body starved of food and her brain starved of conversation, the young she-wolf relentlessly marched on, with no idea where she was going, or even where she'd end up. A tired sigh escaped her lips, her petite body flexing as she quickened her pace into a jog, bushy tail swaying behind her as she manoeuvred her way around the many mounds, being especially careful of her footing.