Blacktail Deer Plateau miles, miles, miles

There lacked a reckless foolishness in the other wolf that she'd seen in yearlings before him, and it endeared her a bit to his presence. His eyes remained transfixed on the place where the herd had vanished; she found it curious, indeed, that he did not make a single attempt to even passively affirm his rank between them. Only the subtle switch of his ears told her he was even paying her any mind at all.

She hummed to herself and swiped her tongue over her wound one last time before rolling to her feet and giving her pelt a quick shake. "An opportunity arose." She explained as her fur settled into place. Everything about him bled submission, so she did not bother asserting herself. "There is no pack here. Why are you, a robust young male, without?"