Blackfoot Forest a fog rolls in

Backdating to prior her return home :)

Tonravik was no stranger to fog. Having been raised and trained within Unnuak Forest, she knew well enough of its ways. Fog deterred her vision, but she did not need her eyes. She followed her nose, and her ears.

The cacophony of sounds in the distance was not-at-all distracting to her. Tonravik sought the beasts out specifically, to see what the source of their madness was. Perhaps it was over a meal found. Scavengers. Well, she too would scavenge then; take the game and make it hers. There were the scents of other predators here and there. Fellow wolves. Now and again she could make out the outline of one. But she rounded her trail and kept away, not wanting to further be delayed in her hunt. Tonravik did not yet want to escape the madness. She wanted to become a part of it.