potholing

As per usual for the dark furred female she was out and about searching for herbs and plants again. Today her search was marred with sadness as she walked and sniffed looking for anything that might be helpful. The death of her pack mate and friend lay heavy on her heart and mind and she could not help but feel that she was perhaps slightly to blame. She could have saved her if she had stayed near her, she knew there would be risks with this pregnancy given Pied's size and her internal injuries, but she had decided to err on the side of caution and keep her distance and she fully regretting that now.

She soon came to the lake where she had met another wolf. Her bright green eyes searched out any water plants or any plants really that she could pick and take. This was neutral ground after all. As she searched her ears caught the sound of foot falls and she tilted her head to search out the other wolf that drew near.

A white wolf, small but stealthy was coming upon her. She let out a gentle chuff to let the other know she was near. Another wolf she had yet to meet.