Broken Antler Fen The fallen one

The tall chocolate she-wolf padded into the clearing, her soft brown pelt whisking around slightly in the breeze. Her long ears flicked and she sighed, what a nice area. She smelled of wildflowers from the mountains and the breeze carried her sweet scent through the area. Her silver eyes grazed the area, taking in each detail. Fallen smiled softly, this was calm place away from the busy aura of her old pack. She flicked her ears at the sound of prey, wanting to hunt but deciding against it. Her long body stretched out and she laid her paws on her head, relaxing. Fallen closed her green-flecked silver eyes and rested, taking a break from her consistent traveling. She had been walking for days and her limbs had grown tired of work. She just wished to find more of her kind and start a new life with them. She sighed once again. When would the time come that her life changed a little bit?