Mudminnow River Warmer than a runaway spirit

Her mind kept going back to the hunt a few days previous, a smile playing on her lips as she made her way over the land. The pang of the loss of that companionship was sharper than the rest, although she had no idea why. Wrinkles came between her eyes as she loped, her graceful movements almost dancer like. She walked away from him this time, unlike the other ones she had met. They had always walked away. 

The cool sudden breeze cleared her head, and she blinked rapidly. She shouldn't space out like that. It was very dangerous. She shook herself, her thick coat looking healthy, besides the twigs  stuck in her fur. Chiding herself, she stopped and stretched her front paws out and bowed. She was sore from that tumble down the steep hill. 'Another reason you shouldn't zone out, Onyx.' Sighing, her eyes scanned the scenery, alert once more. Her ears pricked forward, hearing water. She smacked her jaws, her mouth suddenly very dry. She started trotting, her eyes already looking for the river, her paws hitting the cold ground quietly. It was one thing she was good at. Staying quiet. Even as a pup, she was never loud. That part of her history was vague in her memory. Her curiosity pushed her onward, not knowing if what she seeked was even there for her to find. 

Stopping suddenly, she put her snout in the air and sniffed deeply. Another wolf. So soon? How many were in this territory? She would have to be careful. Walking over a slight hill, she stopped and tilted her head. The wolf was staring into the water. Her eyes widened at the tail. Curly, it wasn't like hers. Partial wolf, perhaps? Taking a few more steps, she warily eyed him on the other side. Was this a trap? Why would the wolf sit there like this? Curiousity yet again won out, and she chuffed a hesitant greeting, her ears pricked forward.