Cricket Creek Bog And pray for the thunder

hope you don't mind ivy!

Despite meeting Delight and hearing confirmation of her siblings' residence in a nearby pack, Ivy was reluctant to show up at their doorstep.  Huffing loudly, she glared at the cloud of breath in front of her.  She wasn't ready.  Instead, she'd spent her time between Cedar Sweep and the Bog just north of it.  Ivy was still too-thin, but she got by just fine.  A rabbit here and there kept her sated enough to move around and keep her body heat up.  She knew she couldn't survive many more nights and that was a bridge she'd have to cross when she got there.

Generally speaking, she'd kept on the borders of the bog.  Snowfall made it difficult to predict the partially iced-over landscape - she didn't have a huge margin of error to work with when it came to injury or frostbite.  That was a luxury afforded to pack wolves.  Or wolves who had a healthy weight.  Either way, she'd been strolling around the outskirts bog this early morning back down to Cedar Sweep, lost in her own thoughts, when she spotted something in the distance.  Ivy paused, one paw hanging in the air, as she narrowed her pale green eyes.  Hello? she called out, her tone colored with disbelief.  That was definitely a wolf out there, a grayscale coat with similar shades as her own, but she couldn't figure out why said wolf had ventured out there.  Some kind of elaborate plan involving a death wish, she assumed.