King Elk Forest winding way

It was a dreary, cold day that found her horizon dotting with what she guessed may be the forest of the King Elk. Into the hinterlands, the going had been slow since leaving the mountain range, but her path was direct as she had hoped to make it. Still, the deepening cold, occasional sleet and rain, on top of the need to scrape up meal and an alright rest for herself on a halfway regular basis (she wasn't trying to show up looking like total garbage) was making it take just too damn long.

Still, the agouti scout pressed forward day after day until the faintest whiffs of packscent began to creep on her. Again, she hoped this was the place.. and that some of these boundaries she was starting to come upon belonged to @Mato. Her sense of direction was pretty good after all, @Delight had pointed her about this way from the Sweep, and now here she was coming upon pack; it boded well. So before she could start to loiter any closer to arose their suspicions unwanted, she came to a pause a good distance away and tipped back her slender nose and howled out to the one here she knew about. It wasn't necessarily her style of approach to come calling like this, though, even if she had told the chocolate-coated wolf that she might.

i'm still pretty scarce/catching up/slowly relearning to write after absence but i wanted to go ahead and get to this up anyway so !!