Honeyed Pasture the stars at night are indifferent to our plight

I hope it is okay for me to throw winny in here!

Awinita had been travelling from her home pack for a long while before finding herself in Teekon. The smaller bodied female was exhausted and her emotions were scattered. She hadn't been here more than a day but had already scented many different wolves, and found the borders of two nearby packs. She had heard of a place where many wolves claimed the land stretching a great distance, but she hadn't believed it herself. She came from a small area of forest with seemingly no escape. It was beautiful and even had a lake with a waterfall, but there was a weird sort of barrier surrounding the edges preventing the pack from moving. One day a storm came and knocked down a large tree, allowing them to escape their stretch of homeland and explore for once. Most of her family was wary of travelling though and soon returned to their land, all except for Awinita.


She had chosen the pasture to rest in, her small lithe frame pressed down into the tall grasses. The grass was tall enough in her section that only the tips of her ears and shoulders showed from a distance. The grass tickled against her nose and she lifted her head, nose twitching before she suddenly let out a loud sneeze. The sound would certainly alert anyone who was nearby, but Awinita was unaware that a she wolf was walking through the grass about fifteen to twenty five feet ahead of her. Instead of focusing on her surroundings her eyes were following the slow path of an ant, as it made it's way toward a teeny hole in the ground.