Bitterroot Valley Roadtrip from Hell

no clue where this fits in my timeline but oh well :D

Genie was beginning to wonder if she should find a pack and settle for a while. Realistically, she supposed that she still had plenty of time before winter arrived, and therefore, plenty of time for pack finding. Yet, she couldn't ignore the deep gnawing feeling in the pit of her stomach — wolves were naturally social creatures, she knew, and thus were more inclined to pack life than lone wolf life, but Genie hesitated to commit herself to another bunch of wolves after her old one screwed her over. And her old pack had consisted mostly of family; the ones here were complete strangers, which possibly meant that her experience here would be even worse.

A shiver ran down the yearling's spine and she tossed her head, two rabbits clamped firmly in her jaw. Genie tilted her head to the sky and huffed loudly, breathing hot air out of her nostrils. Then she stopped abruptly. There was a white lump on the ground, some meters ahead of her. That white lump was possibly a wolf — it was a wolf. Genie ran through her options — she could leave, take another route, or just walk straight on and see what happened. But yt wasn't as if there was a proven danger ahead, and Genie could take care of herself, so there was no reason to not continue by her current route. She would not be put off by a white lump. 

Genie glanced around, wary eyes scanning her surroundings. If anything happened, there would be an escape route ready for her and with that thought in mind, she marched on, straight towards the white lump with the rabbits swinging, dangling from her jaw.