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Ocra tries to keep her exploration during the day when the sun hangs high, giving a little more warmth than the night offered. Her pelt isn’t made for the colder winters, having traveled from the south initially. She’d suffered through one really cold one and perhaps her body got the memo and her fur does seem thicker this time around. It isn’t enough, she knows that, and she shivers as she moves around the base of one mountain to the next, trying to find somewhere to settle for the night so she can start over again.

She doesn’t know where she’s going or what she’s going to accomplish, but that doesn’t stop her. The last place never felt like home and without Sriracha, as short-lived their romance had been, she’d felt differently with him. If he doesn’t come back here, a place he knows they are both familiar with, she doubts shell ever see him again and she should move on.

After a few moments when her mind is actually quite, she’s thrown back to reality when she sees the dark silhouette of another wolf. Ocra stops in her tracks, watching her for a moment in the distance, as she hesitates going any further. Currently, she has the chance to turn and walk away and never have an interaction, but with one wolf out at night, seemingly by themselves, leaves her with more questions than her curious mind knows how to let go. From where she stands, she releases a chuff, so not to startle the other so closely. If someone approached her after dark, her reaction definitely isn’t to be friendly.

Ocra offers a few steps forward to close the distance as her intentions but she waits quietly before she’s invited any closer.

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