Big Salmon Lake ready to rumble

As her eyes surveyed the damage done, the wolves in the foreground set to moving; their former words lost to her for being caught up in the moment. She felt a momentary urge to pursue them but held off, as they were obviously standoffish about something. Her, namely, though she held onto the ignorant card for just a little while longer. Then the realization hit her, she snorted quietly to herself.

Echelon, the big bad scary boogeyman of the storm damage.

So she preyed upon their leeriness for the sake of doing so, any chance of coming out ambivalently squandered by her inactivity. She was certain if she came out now, they'd accuse her of something anyway, because that's what wolves in pairs did. It was much easier to point fingers than simply assume that they were all social creatures... but then again she was kind of the anomaly in the picture anyway. And the paranoid streak that rose up in her was some whiplash aftermath that came rolling in after the storm; her necessity to be on her own perhaps stemmed from that too. For her, it was natural. To them, well, she was just being a creeper.