Great Bear Wilderness All the times you said I wasn't just quite right

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The less than graceful creature came ploding through the forest, her nose pressed into the dirt and snuffling for scents as she thundered along. With the heavyset frame she carried, it was safe to say the woman got hungry rather quick just on a regualar day basis, let alone after traveling for numerous days without food. The recent events of the past few days had also sapped some of her energy, so, needless to say, Brunhilde felt like she was starving. She needed food, now, and the longer she had to deal with that dull ache in her stomach, the more irriated and impatient she got.

So far, quite a few scent trails had crossed her radar, but they were old and mixed with other questionable scents. Not just other prey animals, but other predators as well, wolves even. None of them were fresh enough to care about though. Not a single worthy trail had found her nose yet, and with her unfamiliarity to this new land, she dismally had to wonder if anything ever would. Could she really be so unlucky as to have wandered into a land without good prey? The thought made her snort and push forward, steps becoming more hurried and determined, if not upset. There had to be something here.

Hours passed, hours full of nothing but angry growls, coming from both her throat and her stomach. She was debating eating plants at this point, when... Wait... Hadn't she smelt that old trail before? The female stoppd abruptly and lifted her head, sniffing the air with confusion. The layout of the area looking familiar... Then again, it was a forest: all trees looked the same, and her scarred eye did little to help. She turned her head from left to right, scanning her surroundings with a angrily pounding heart. No, no she most certainly had not gone in a circle! Now giving a ragid huff of irriation, she turned her body in a completely different directon and started stomping forward, determined to get somewhere new, somewhere with food. She could not have just wasted all that time smelling the same trails...

She pushed through some undergrowth and traveled through it for a few more paces before coming across a small clearing, and the first thing she noticed was not a rabbit (much to her dismay), but another wolf, lying down and seemingly asleep. The appearance of the stranger had come as a faint shock to Brun, but the feeling quickly disipated when she recalled having already smelt wolves in these woods. It shouldn't be that surprising, and quite frankly, she was more concerned with eating that making a new "friend", making her want to turn away from the scene and continue searching altogether. Still... Perhaps this wolf knew where the food was? Maybe they could point her in the right direction? She didn't like the idea of seeking directions from a stranger, admitting she couldn't do something on her own, but damn she was hungry, and she certainly was not going to keel over somewhere in the woods just because her pride said not to ask for help. Sighing silently, she pushed forward and approahced the other, soon towering over her and glaring down at the wolf.

Female. She could smell it. And a pretty female. Of course, as the stuck up wolves of her homeland would comment, it was her understanding that all females were pretty, except Brunhilde. She bit back a growl and forced away the biased thoughts, then lifted a massive paw and thumped the back of the female's neck with it. "Hey," she barked gruffly.
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