Greatwater Lake A story to tell

When she leaves the borders of the forest, she spends time rubbing against the snow and ground beneath, trying to shed the scent of death behind. Having returned to the area—a foolish mistake—she knows the other wolves wouldn’t be so happy to see them back. But they do not know her. She does not know the things the forest does. She barely speaks the words they so smoothly use but she doesn’t mind. All she wants right now is to explore her new surroundings. There hadn’t been much chance prior to the war, a risk of running into unsavory wolves, but now she can do it. If she’s smart about it.
 
Shivali licks her lips as she crosses then thin layer of snow. The lake in the distance holds her attention and it looks like the beginning of spring is settling in. As someone used to snow year round, she doesn’t know what to make of this new change she’ll face.
 
Across the way is another wolf, grey in color and walking along through the banks. The pale wolf watches the other in patience without getting too close lest she make an enemy so soon.