Greatwater Lake artistic anarchy

He wasn't wrong to be anxious, sure. Lone wolves could be on the receiving end of all sorts of violence. But, as far as she knew, most packs were not aggressive enough to attack someone out here. The nearest borders were hers -- definitely not wolves she inspired to be warmongering past their mountain, and then Blackfeather. Which, to her knowledge, mainly kept to their shadowed forest.

She listened, a little surprised by his openness once he got started. "I see," she breathed, deeming it a good enough answer and deciding not to question it for further details. "My pack is not too far from here.. and, they do not need me with them at all times," she answered truthfully. Besides, if they did need her, she was still only a good howl away. But she trusted that her wolves were an independent enough lot to let her be off the slopes for a few hours. "I usually come here to hunt. Now that it is spring, I want to see more.." the dark alpha added.

"Have you wandered near here for long?" she asked. Loners often trickled through. Some stayed longer than others, some were here for only a blink.. it was hard to say. Since the scents on him were so nondescript, she couldn't make a guess.