Blacktail Deer Plateau survival 101

Forwarded a bit to after this thread. :)

Nature had served her first lesson: stick to your own kind. Or so the misplaced female came to believe as she considered her next move. Unsure of herself, her surroundings, and just about everything at this time, she opted to follow the wolves. She kept her distance and she kept quiet. She followed them until they disappeared into a birch and pine forest, past a scent line she knew she could not cross, and then her nerves failed her. What she was supposed to do next she did not know; or, well, she knew but could not bring herself to do it. So she retreated, only to return to the borders the next morning.

"Okay," she inhaled deeply. "I can do this. I can live out here. I can live with the wolves." She pursed her lips as her stomach rumbled again. She had a slim figure in health, but her belly had already sunken noticeably following a week or so without a proper meal. It was not just that she could do this. She had to. The air turned colder by the day, and she was destined to die miserably if she did not adapt to her new circumstances.