Morningside Cuesta Curiosity doesn't always kill the wolf

Trotting delicately up the gently sloping field, the young she-wolf gazed in amazement at the lush terrain before her. A blanket of crisp white snow stretched as far as her amber optics could see, peppered with tiny paw prints, probably made by rabbits or birds. In the distance, pockets of emerald green forests contrasted the cloudy grey sky like an elk in snow. This new found land was far different to the valley she and her former pack had once thrived in. She sighed and gave her pelt a shake to rid her thoughts of those painful memories.

But her excitement soon bounced back as she bounded through the chest deep snow towards the sparkling valley ahead. "So much prey!" she breathed catching sight of an elk herd in the far distance. All of a sudden, the ground seemed to disappear completely beneath her paws! She yelped in shock and scrabbled at the rock face rushing past her but with no avail. "Oof." She landed with a thump on the gravel below. Craning her neck, she could just make out the jagged cliff edge on which she was standing moments before her fall but a new scent caught her attention. Wolves! Her eyes widened as she recalled her previous encounters with strangers when she was a pup and she was immediately alert. Every shadow seemed to be bearing fangs as she silently rose to her paws.