Barrow Fields Hand's up if you feelin' the vibe now

Dainty paws stepped carefully upon the ground as Amari ventured cautiously though the hilly terrain, her cerulean eyes surveying the landscape as she pressed onwards through another land unknown to the she-wolf. A sigh escaped her muzzle as she glanced around her, bushy tail swaying in the cold wind that swept through her gray and white fur, a sudden spirally down her spine as she continued with her aimless journey.

Body starved of food and her brain starved of conversation, the young she-wolf relentlessly marched on, with no idea where she was going, or even where she'd end up. A tired sigh escaped her lips, her petite body flexing as she quickened her pace into a jog, bushy tail swaying behind her as she manoeuvred her way around the many mounds, being especially careful of her footing.