Blacktail Deer Plateau you make me feel so young

Autumnal rain fell hard on Behati's head, dampening her coat as well as get spirit. She was not a winter wolf - despite her heritage. It reminded her of lean times as a child, and the heat of her father's temper - hunger brought it out of him, and they had often been hungry.

Hungry herself, and unable to find cached meat, Behari made her way into the flatlands and towards the river. There might be frogs to chase, or even a stranded fish.