Larksong Grotto taken away to the dark side

Ever since the pale wanderess had entered the wilds, she had been following the scent of snow. Even though it was mid summer, there were still traces of the fluffy whiteness high up in the mountains. Her paws ached as she picked her way higher and higher, her stomach rumbling in protest. Her last meal had been a scraggly pheasant she had caught almost two days ago and the hunger pangs were starting to get to her. Wyn lowered her snout to the ground and started sniffing along the grass, hoping to pick up the scent of a rabbit or something. She was rather disappointed when the only thing she scented was stale wolf.

Huffing, she continued on up the mountain, her search of food continuing. Her paws cracked some brittle branches and the loner suddenly got the feeling she wasn't alone any more. So far she hadn't met any wolves in this strange place, so she had no idea what they would be like. Wyn pricked her ears and listened for sounds of the strangers, picking up the voice of a small pup. She looked around, but was not able to place where it was coming from. If it was a parent and their pup, there was a chance the wolf would be hostile, so she took a few steps back, still trying to locate them.