Macawi was finally back again. Back here, in these Wilds, full of all their wonder and excitement, and all the wolves who would love to see her dead, though she didn't care about that. She had come from the opposite side of the park this time. When she had arrived the first time those months ago, she'd arrived walking along the shore to the west. This time, she was far to the north-east. It was cool today, but the humidity was up, which made it seem warmer than it actually was.

She padded with light, graceful steps into the Blackfoot Forest, and the scent of Fox overwhelmed her nose immediately. She wrinkled her face at their stench, but didn't let it drive her out. She continued on through the trees, hoping she'd run into someone to entertain her. She knew she should be scared of wolves, but she wasn't. Too often, she was excited by the prospect of meeting one. She could run quickly, if need be. She couldn't fight a wolf, for she was much too small, but she could sure as hell run if one started chasing her. And she would enjoy the chase, if it came to that...