Mudminnow River Sometimes science is a lot more art than science

Grezig had left the valley (Bearclaw Valley) behind, circling around the back of it and therefore missing the other pack that was so close to it (Easthollow). She had followed the waterways of a moor upwards and now found herself out of the heath, up through a forest, and following a new river that branched from the first one. Most of what she smelled now was mud, but she could not mistake the distinct scent of multiple wolves in the area. They were farther along and when the wind changed direction, it snatched the smell away from her. But there was no doubt that she had smelled them.

The idea of encountering multiple wolves while she was by herself was a bit nerve-wracking. She was not afraid necessarily, but there was no reason to be stupid and risk her life by revealing herself, alone, to a group of wolves. Still, she was losing weight from being on her own for this long… Perhaps there might be something in it for her if she talked to them. Maybe they were part of a pack, or could point her in the direction of one. At this point, even if all they wanted to do was attack her, it wasn’t as if she had much to lose. She had no friends or family nearby and no pups to defend. The worst that could happen was the death of one single lone wolf with no prospects and no one in the vicinity to care about her passing.

With that decided, she released a low howl to let the group know that she was there in case they hadn’t noticed her yet, and began a relaxed trot in their direction, farther up the river. Soon, she saw their shapes ahead and set her tail wagging to let them know that she was not looking for a fight.