Rising Sun Valley supernatural

It was eerily silent, save for the birds chirping in the distance and the soft whisper of the wind ghosting across her pelt. Nervously, Genie glanced around, her eyes narrowed warily. She hadn't encountered a lot of wolves during her journey, and whilst those that she had talked to seemed nice enough, she had been taught and shown that many wolves had hidden intentions behind their merry facades. Hell, even her parents who promised her unconditional love had forsaken her in the end.

Huffing lowly, Genie tossed her head and snorted. Distantly, she felt the hunger gnawing in the base of her stomach, but she ignored it and instead, with some sort of dogged determination, plodded forward. Truth to be told, she didn't know where she was going; she didn't have a particular destination in mind, but she knew she should keep walking, keep going, until...well, until what exactly? Genie had dreams, desires, hopes, but she knew that they rarely would ever come true. She was never that lucky.