Whitewater Gorge New neighbors? Great...

The tweet of a sparrow brought the youngster back to the present as she awoke from her doze in the fern glade. She stretched, parting her maw in a straining yawn, before beginning to trot across the thin crust of snow which, by now, was slowly beginning to thaw. Spring had finally come to relieve the chilled land from the winters clutches. And with it came the first signs of the drastic changes that would soon start to unravel as time went on.

With a slight tail wag, she broke out into an easy lope, enjoying the feeling of a light breeze ripple through her charcoal pelt. She was still in shock when Malice had announced that the dark king was absent... he was a fine character to look up to, one of the only pack members that had really helped Renn to express her skills and, for that, she guessed his legacy would always be remembered by her. But life moved on.

Now, as she wound her way through the forest, she was once again shadowing a trail. Not of prey, which still nagged at the back of her mind, but of her pack mate Mitanni. The young female had never really engaged properly with the other but she had certainly seen her around. Her direction intrigued her as the scent seemed to be leading out of the borders into no-mans land. Strange. Ears pricked, the distant calls of a howl rose to meet her as she continued along the ridge to arrive just behind Mitanni. She too slowed to a stop as an unfamiliar odour filled her glands. Giving a nod to Malice, she wondered why on earth the alphess would travel outside the borders.