Two Rivers Isle Chopping down with hatchets

After some much-needed time within the bounds of her claim, the leading female of the Creek pack took her leave once more. She strode through the mist of morning with a determined expression upon her face, with red ears erect and stance squared and proud. Though she was lacking in strength, Saena made up for it in fire. No longer could she sit idly by and hope the subordinates were able to find food, and no longer could she spend her time guarding the forest next to her borders. Silver Creek was doomed should its lead wolf remain idle, and it was high time that Saena began outriding once more.

Yet it was not in pursuit of knowledge that she followed the river northward, but food. She channeled every ounce of her attention into pinpointed focus, and her eyes missed nothing as she scanned the horizon that she marched toward. They had exhausted the supply of fish in Silver Creek within a matter of weeks and even further up the river there was nothing to be had, but there were shoots of green and buds forming in the woods she struck past. Prey would return, and if she was lucky, some already had.

Saena's luck was ever a well running dry, however, and by the time afternoon rolled around, she had crossed a river to stand upon a sprawling river isle with nothing to show for it but the frustration bright in her eyes.