Silvertip Mountain A Glorious Dawn

@Zaria - ok, here we go!

The phantasmal female slipped from her temporary den, her eyes adjusting to the steadily growing light of dawn. A few birds sang above, though she knew those same birds would probably be gone in a few weeks, chased away by the cold of the coming winter. Her jaws parted in a massive yawn, her ears pressing back against her skull. Shaking herself to chase away the sleep that had been trying to reclaim her, Vanora mentally prepared herself for her plans for the day. While she had done some exploring, not much had been accomplished. She needed to familiarize herself with her new territory more. She had to find all the places where something could go wrong. With a small huff of determination, she set off to the far side of the territory.

She had only been traveling for a few minutes when she felt the need to stop. Normally, she would have ignored this feeling and continued on her way, but she couldn't bring herself to do that this time. Vanora's dark eyes moved slowly over the area around her. The white wolf turned herself in a full circle to be sure she didn't miss anything, just in case there was something trying to sneak up behind her. When she ensured herself there was nothing around, she went on her way again. Though soon, she had to stop. She smelled something, another wolf. If wasn't that Chaska she had met before, and it wasn't Fitz. The wolf was still a bit of a ways off, but she was heading right for them. They probably smelled her already, too.

With a small sigh, she stopped. Chances were it would be pointless to continue. She'd run into another wolf at some point or another, so why not just let it happen. She stood and waited, wondering if she had even been correct to assume this new wolf would come to her, or if she would just be ignored and look like a fool standing in one spot.