Neverwinter Forest living like we're renegades

Sidonie's stride through the forest was not her usual swift pace; she lingered here and there, meandered a bit.  Dipping her pale snout to the roots of a tree, she nosed at owl droppings, encapsulating the remnants of a vole that despite their previously-digested nature made her stomach growl.  The wooded wilderness was thick with prey; Sidonie just hadn't mustered up the desire to expend the energy necessary to hunt.  Traveling had shed the few pounds of fat she'd managed during her last brief stay with a pack, and her usually bulky form was leaner than she liked.  She'd hoped to find another creature's leftovers along her wandering path eventually, she would throw her alliance in with a pack hereabouts and prepare for the cold season.  It seemed deceptively far away, with the thick heat of summer cloyingly laid over the land, but soon enough the leaves would turn, the salmon would run, and harsher weather would be upon them.

The snap of fallen foliage underfoot, coming from a direction off to her right, startling the ivory female out of her thoughts.  She halted mid-step and tension snaked its way down her spine as she swiveled one ear uncertainly to catch any further sound behind her.  Stormy blue eyes narrowed and honed in betwixt the tree trunks that encircled her in all directions.  At first, she mistook him for a fox, with russet-brown coloring, but he was too large for any vulpine nature.  Lifting her head, nostrils flaring, Sidonie caught a distinct scent.  Wolf--male--mountain air--others--pack.  She did not meet his golden gaze for long, only chuffed a bark-like greeting that he could ignore or acknowledge.  Her frame remained frozen, head tilted uncertainly, chin dipping to subconciously protect her white-furred throat.