Broken Antler Fen Here

Though Ness had traveled quite far from Moonspear, her return to the peak was imminent. She had little to no intention of leaving her pack for any permanent reason, but circumstance was an unpredictable phantom— any number of things could prevent her return, none of which she considered on her journey now. The teenager had been quite lucky on her travels before and she rather enjoyed exploring, having not yet been a victim of anything that would deter her from the gratifying pasttime.

The sun rose once or twice (she didn't keep track) before she reached as far south as she wanted to go. A lake glistened before her, the fringes hard with a rim of ice, but the main bulk of the lake dipped and waved in the southwest winds. She took a few tentative laps at the water, shaking her head as the chill overwhelmed her senses and stunned her teeth. Licking her chops, Ness began to stroll along the length of the lake, keeping the forest on her right side. Having eaten earlier, she wasn't keen on hunting but kept her options open considering that there was no telling when her next meal would com around before she made it back to Moonspear.

Instead of finding the scent of prey, however, she found herself following the trail of a male wolf. He materialized as she crested a small hill set against the curve of the lake— a stormy, heavyset creature that seemed to be observing his surroundings.  "You look thoughtful," she commented airily as she began to descend from behind him, wagging her tail slowly. She paused some feet away from the wolf, attempting to gauge his demeanor.