Larksong Grotto taken away to the dark side

The foreign she wolf picked her way slowly over the ground, careful to avoid any sticks of crisp leaves the could give her away. She needed to find out if these wolves were hostile. Her frosty muzzle lifted in the air and her nose twitching, trying to locate the other creatures. She caught a strong whiff of their scent and was able to pick some things out. The faint traces of other wolves that lingered around the main scents told her these were pack wolves, and there were two of them. One was much younger and still had a puppy smell to it, but she couldn't be sure if they were related.

Wyn's indigo eyes flicked through the surrounding trees, but she was still not able to spot the pair. Moving forward a little more, she misplaced a foot and a branch cracked under her weight. A large crack filled the air and she froze, her breath held within her chest. If there was indeed a pup among the pair, it wasn't likely they would attack her, but she couldn't be sure in this strange new land.