The Heartwood Gangsters don't cry

Aeronwyn was wandering again. She had slipped out of her pack's borders at dawn, and travelled at a steady lope west-ward. She considered checking in on that insolent girl she had bested a few days ago, perhaps 'visit' her wonderful family, but her paws had driven her this direction instead. They thudded softly on barren ground, through a thick forest. In full bloom, she imagined that it would be beautfilly thick and lush, but now, like everything else, it was dead. She slowed as the edge of a small pool, left over from the rain a day ago, she supposed. The water soothed her parched throat, she revelled in the coolness of it a moment, tongue slipping sideways to catch a wayward droplet, silver eyes reflecting off the water like twin moons. 

@Ezekiel