Blackfoot Forest Line of Fire

Starting another thread.... becauussee I can :o

Misty shrouds blanketed Wapun Meadow as a singular, fire-marked wolf moved through Rising Sun Valley at a brisk trot. The sun had yet to warm the lowlands, and only a faint tint of canary yellow upon the western horizon alluded to the grand day ahead. Dewy grass clung to Tuwawi's spry limbs wantonly as she kicked into a canter, the musky scent of woodland caribou becoming evident the nearer she drew to Blackfoot Forest's treeline. No beasts dare stray from their protective canopy... but the she-wolf now knew where they slept. It was her duty, as one of the gamekeepers, to identify and track the movement of their prey, though these creatures were uncommon by the creek. Taking a mental note, Tuwawi's narrow muzzle preened the dank air — the pungent stench of fox amongst it. These woods were strange and unknown to her, though they appeared uninhabited by any other of her species.

Not wanting to be lost in the dark tangle of woods, she decidedly flitted about the sparse treeline, weaving in and out to inspect droppings, tracks, and vegetation alike. It was nice to have a reprieve from the Vale... those wolves seemed to descend far too often from their fertile crescent within the tall peaks of the Sunspire Range... choosing to laze about Duck lake, Wapun Meadow, and Otatso Wetliands nonchalantly. Why couldn't they just travel south to Greatwater Lake or Whitefish River? Instead, they seemed keen on disturbing the creek wolves. Tuwawi snorted at this thought as she continued her patrol, insitant on cataloging the prey and plants unique to this area.