Morningside Cuesta Curiosity doesn't always kill the wolf

The brief falling of snow ceased and the young she-wolf shook her pelt to rid herself of the chilling flakes. Out the corner of her eye, she noticed a scraggly juniper bush, berries rough and crinkled from the cold weather, rooted beneath a boulder. She tilted her head curiously and padded toward it. She could feel her pads being ripped open by the rough stone but ignored the stinging pain as she snuffled up a mouthful of the sweet, juicy berries. It was barely enough to quench her hunger, as her stomach gave a loud growl, but it would have to do.

A bark sounded off to her left, reminding Vespa of the strange wolf that was on its way. Maybe it would give her food! She wagged her tail and let out a soft whine as a vision of a full belly swam before her eyes. "Or maybe it'll lead me to some shelter," she cursed under her breath as the south easterly wind picked up and buffetted her small frame. Either way, it would be good to get to know some of the wolves who had already lived in this new haven so she could explore the picturesque landscape which she would soon call home.