Porcupine Ridge The Highs and Lows

Illea padded near the northwest border of Porcupine Ridge, gazing into the highs and lows beyond the boundaries, she loved it here on the ridge.  Everything was just wonderful here in her opinion.  The views, the wolves.  It was all lovely.  Illea found herself grateful for the hundredth time to have such a great pack.

Illea scented the air, searching for prey scent finding none.  Illea pranced forward nose to the ground searching for prey scent.  Not paying attention to everything around her, she was so oblivious that she walked straight into the tree and fell down startled with wide eyes, then almost laughed at her mistake.  Illea found herself questioning the scenario through her mind.  Did I really just walk straight into a tree?  The pure white female thought to herself, then chuffed a laugh, still on the ground.