Firefly Glen etched tusk

It had been a few weeks since her first venture into these lands. The male she'd met had been a curiosity, something for her to mull over at times, but mostly the female was taken with the world around her. These lands were probably some of the most diverse she'd ever seen, having grown into the expansive flatlands of her tribe's territory. She remembered her mother had spoken of the sea -- even how she'd fallen into it once! -- and curiosity had her heading that way, her internal compass functioning properly as she traversed the unknown.

Northwest she went, spying mountains and lakes and everything that she could have though of. Though slim, she maintained her weight with a quick catch every now and then, not yet unhealthy like other lone wolves she'd seen. Then again, she'd only been a loner less than a year, still sporting the good health she'd been in before her departure. However, instinct told her that her time on her own was dwindling; she needed to either head back to the Tribe or find a pack to contribute to during the Winter. Headstrong as she was, the choice was obvious for the girl.

As if to distract her, there was a shadow across her vision as she trotted along, teal eyes locking onto the moving creature almost immediately. Another black wolf. Without pause, she barked, calling out to the other. The Native American had no trouble approaching others and had no reason to fear her reaction. "Greetings," She called, tail waving in a neutral position.