Otter Creek All my flowers grew back as thorns.

She smiled at the female's kind offer. "He looks like me, except instead of being all white, he has black down his back." She hoped he hadn't traveled that far into the mountains, though. "Thank you," she said with a bow of her head. 

She thought about the other wolf's warning. She was no stranger to traveling through rough terrain. The place she came from was freezing and full of mountains, and she had traveled through them many times while on scouting missions. As for the prey situation, she wasn't worried. She could go a while without eating; in fact, she didn't like to stop and hunt while she as traveling, only doing so when she absolutely had to. "Thank you for the information and warning," she said as she glanced towards the mountains once more. Turning back to Wraen, she added, "I don't think I have a choice, though. That's where my brother's scent leads. Not even unfamiliar mountains would stop her from tracking him.