Kintla Flatlands regency

With the rising sun warming her weary bones, Shar-Kali made her way south from the coast, through Ravensblood Forest, and into the flatlands that stretched endlessly south. There was a chill in the air, and a sparse scattering of unseasonable frost clung to the reawakened flora. The grey-white alpha wolf - once an alpha, always an alpha - crunched her way through the grass, sharp eyes following the line where grassland met mountain. Each side was claimed - she knew this from several hours of careful observation, and despite her age, it was a mountain Shar-Kali wished to return to.

After several hours of walking, she (reluctantly) caught herself a fish in the river and settled down to eat it, poised like a queen though her pack and crown were both long gone. The Teekon Wilds offered the first hope in a long while of re-establishing herself, and Shar-Kali was not the type of lady to do things by halves.

Maybe @Dante - if you have time? :) This is an AW thread, though!