Silver Creek the stranger

Feel free to accost Miyax! She is on the western edge of the territory where the heaviest scent markings are. Whether you consider that trespassing is up to you. Set on December 8th, in the evening. Tagging @Spring and @Casmir for visibility.

The sun had gone away. It was hard to remember that this was not the Arctic sometimes. The light was temporarily absent, but for Miyax, the dark was just as clear. She moved with quiet persistence between the trees; her head was low, her nose eager for any secrets that this land may hold.

She had not eaten in many days now and she had become gaunt in the face, her pelt losing its luster and hanging across her nimble figure. Miyax crossed paths with an old fox scent, was led astray from her route by a commotion in some nearby bushes some time later (which resulted in being a fat, masked, point-faced rodent of some kind she had never before seen), and then something better was presented to her: wolf scent.

Her hunger was forgotten for the time being, because the single marking led to a series of others, until she had stiffly crossed through them and in to the no wolf zone beyond — a daring feat for a hungry rogue. 

As she passed between the trees she found more markings. She knew that this to be pack, and she knew to respect that; yet her desire to reconnect was greater than her fears of reprimand for betraying the most important rule of wolf law: to stay out of the buffer zone. She had not been invited, after all. But Miyax was excited — her tail whisked eagerly behind her, her head briefly lifted between each patch of urine or scat pile or earthen etching — because she had been away from these familiar scents for so long!

These wild calling cards were enough to bring a wolf-smile to her face.

As she was emboldened by the prospects of finding others of her kind once again (and tainted by her own youthfulness), she ignored the dangers. The reek of wolf was all around her, and she buckled at the knee, rolling in the icy winter grasses in order to gather those scents upon herself greedily. Every so often she would repeat the process, and gradually she learned of the beasts that lived here.

The most dominant scents were of a female - hale of health, carrying the sweet scent of pups, which could have indicated a new mother. Second to that was a male scent; younger, but with nothing remarkable to discern. She rolled in both, and then rested with her belly to the earth.