Blacktail Deer Plateau a simpe hello could lead to a million things {J}

the sullen spectre of a wolf climbed the ridge, as the water rushed past and with the gaze of one who saw far into the distance, she watched the wind whip the water into soft peaks. she had happened upon hard times these past few weeks, spring rushing on about her and still she was stuck in the vancouver winter that sang in her blood, a merry tune that shouted in the spring- that winter would come again. food hadn't been too plentiful, the darkness of the north had yet to settle from her bones and the soft scent of fish upon the wind was driving her stomach into knots.

as a pup, she'd always taken both food and pack for granted. and it showed now, how much she relied upon them to support her. even as she sat on the border of a packland, the last vestigial notes of her howl fading into the early morning, the strange shame of having to join a pack for security and protection grated on her nerves.

@Dante