Overture Downs Survival is my middle name

Mara was hesitant to exit Easthollow, a whisper in her head kept repeating the chance of her abadoning her home again, but she would stay, she held no desire to leave and now had no excuse too. Though, she couldn't be contained to one area for long and had to stretch her legs from her newly given abode. Her eyes wandered along the snowy canvas laid out among her, only to break by every footprint she added in the snow. Her time spent in Silvertip was slightly regretful, but she regretted leaving it even more. Fortunately, she was given a third chance to join the family again, and so far she was fitting rather well. Despite being extremely awkward around the unknown members. 

She was so delved down in her thoughts, she didn't realize how far she traveled, nor the stranger practically hidden within the frozen fields. Instantly, a wave of anxiety ran through her, but she stayed still in case they would speak. The wolfess couldn't help but send a small smile to the outsider, as even though she was apprehensive, she would always be as kind as can be, unless given reason otherwise.