Great Bear Wilderness The Ouroboros

about how big is the island?

A shudder made it's way across Cara's lithe body, making her shoulder's tremble and a tiny gasp escape from her mouth and cold water droplets rolled off her muzzle.

Today she had been trailing along the edge of the Whitefish River, the fine thread of rushing water that separated them from the plateu wolves. She'd begun inspecting that side of the borders, casually stopping to make sure all traces of Erika were stale. She really didn't want to come across her scent in this place, so awfully close to the territory. But if she did she'd be obliged to chase the bitch out -not that she minded.

As the inspection showed nothing to be alarmed about, the female took a break to quench her thirst in the cool river. As she drank she saw little silver silhouettes moving underneath the surface and decided to try her luck and fish. She had a thing for fish, especially salmon, though she had not had an aquatic meal for a long time. She then lunged into the water and at that same instant a piercing howl directed to her cut through the air, she jerked her head away, her snout missing the creature by a few inches, she'd have time to eat later.

With her coat still soaked she made her way towards her alpha, arriving promptly to the destination. The yearling dipped her nose and gave a tiny wag of her tail that sent water drops splashing everywhere. "Hello, Jinx" she greeted the white queen.