Fox's Glade A decision

The girl had wandered from the borders for the first time in ages, steps taking her towards the Fox's Glade. Cold slipped through her fur; genetics had left her with a sparse coat, that filled out somewhat in the winter but still left her cold. Needless to say, she was no looking forward to the snows, and decided that she ought to approach Krypton for mentorship soon, lest winter claim all the herbs and greenery before she had a chance to learn about them. She didn't know if any other in the pack had the skill that Krypton did, which left her as the only viable mentor.

She was distracted by the appearance of another, a dark-coated male. She paused, wary, off-put by any stranger since the incident with the dark girl. Still, she didn't slip away immediately, instead standing, wavering, and watching.