Grouse Thicket Thousands of sunsets

Any loners welcome! Of course, any pack wolves are welcome too :D

It was midday when the pale wraith slipped from her stone den, and the sun was beating down on the isle with an unmatched ferocity. She longed for the cool waters of the river, something she felt rarely, as her dislike of the water was strong. But the hot day warranted it, and she slipped into the fast flowing river with relief. She instantly felt better, and wallowed a moment before trudging up the opposite bank. She smelt the borders then, mainly the scents of herself and Malice, but Burke, too. She started a parallel course with the river, renewing the fragile scent lines with a vigour. 

It was some time after the sun had passed it's zenith that Aeronwyn turned from the rivers and her home and set deeper to the east of the isle. She wanted to explore, make sure no trouble brewed close to their pack lands. She settled into a steady lope, one she could sustain for hours on end, and ventured farther from the isle, eyes and ears alert.