Wolf RPG

The lone villager, who slept in the foothills, had begun to improve her home. Using the techniques she had learned from Seal, she had created more pelts that she could line her den's floor with, and while they were still somewhat ragged around the edges, they no longer spoiled. While she still felt the cold seep in at night, she felt herself adapting as well. Her coat had become thicker, and she had begun to focus on foods that were higher in fat content, allowing her edges to become softer though she had no doubts that she might use up those energy stores over the course of the winter. 

And yet in many ways, she had much to learn and so she sought out @Sialuk, hoping to converse with the Head of the pack, so she might learn more. She felt guilty, having not sought her out earlier, but as far as she could tell, the woman travelled to and from the pack since she had joined. Now, however, she seemed to be in the area, so Simbelmyne began to track her down by scent, questions hanging at her lips.