Heron Lake Plateau Got your number

She stood at the edge of the plateau,  crisp autumn wind buffeting her fur, whike above the sky remained a solid, overcast grey. her stormy gaze was slotted against the wind, staring out at the vast expanse of land before her and contemplating one of two things. firstly, the hinterlands grew croweded. to the far East,  lay the pack ruled by Eshamun. to the south, that one lead by Spring. and to the southeast, far too close to her liking, lay the court. that aroggant, future less pack led by idiots and with wolves as shallow and moronic as Shalon. it was no secret that she had disliked the pack since her first encounter with its leaders, a hate that grew stronger with each encounter with its members. 

and now the idiots knew her name, thanks to that day many weeks ago with Nico. Shalon,  was the other, shallow and with the intelligence of a rabbit. her hatred grew, and now that Nico no longer afflicted with them, fewer bonds encircled the horrid emotion. 

but she would not think of them now, content here, as she slipped onto her haunches and reclined on her stomach, eyes narrowed against the brisk wind as she pondered a great many things.