Iktome Plains i remember when

hai!!!

This time Roz ranged south, seeking perhaps something larger in the form of prey for the pack to take a stab at.  She didn't mind seal, but sometimes venison just sounded wonderful, and the season was coming for the deer to be about for springtime fun.

The sort of springtime fun that Rosalyn had strictly and stringently avoided up until now.  Some wolves were meant to be mothers; she didn't consider herself one of them.

Nose to the ground, she snuffed about but came up blank.  Lifting her head, she curled her tail up briefly, pondering.  Perhaps further inland?

Her ears twitched as she caught a faint muttering, and when she went to investigate, she saw a stranger who appeared... agitated.  Keeping her distance, Rosalyn strode a light ways off.  "You alright, luv?"  A friendly endearment, hopefully one that wouldn't incite anything.