The Bracken Woods Apathy

could we bring this up a few days? :)

The scent of deer brought her down the slopes of the mountain, where she often finds a stray licking at the salt-covered quarry, and following the tail end of a herd out toward the wooded areas north of her home. She’d been spotted somewhere in the open, her dark fur a blinding contrast against the snow, and they’d taken off together before she could herd them back around to her home. 

Thuringwethil follows anyway, loping onward in the snow and into the wooded covering of the northern most territory before the long stretch of emptiness. It had been some time since she’d come this far but she likes to further the scent of Drageda so that, perhaps, those still faithful would follow. Perhaps a long trip outward, once things were settled, to see if she could still command a coalition she damaged a few moons ago.

What she’d been following is lost entirely on here in sight and smell. She’d gone too far in one direction and trying to make her way back would send her further into the forest than she’d like to be. Thuringwethil turns her retreat as the wind shifts, bring the scent of something else entirely into her direction. She stiffens, ears twitching on her head as she sees the wolf loping along, weaving in and out of the brush.

His brutishness seems familiar but his scent doesn’t betray her nose, reminding her nothing of Seageda. When he’s close enough, she chuffs an attempt to draw his attention.