At least it's Summer.
Kipling reassured herself, the she-wolf halting mid-stride to enjoy the slight breeze that rocked the meadow. But just as quickly as it had blown through the humidity settled back into the space it had cut, smothering the air with a warm uncomfortable blanket. Seeing as it didn't have the sting of sunlight, it made for suitable traveling conditions, encouraging her to continue a slow trek through a crowd of wild flowers.
While the weather was in her favor, her thoughts were not and served to weigh her down. A mountain of doubts seemed persistent in the horizon. It had only been a few days, and surely life wasn't so hard by herself. The way it had seemed before, when she'd known only pack life, she thought the land itself would tear her apart in only a few hours. But the world hadn't changed quite so drastically as she expected when she became a loner, in fact she'd been set loose from the chain of responsibilities and was free to do as she pleased.
As long as I can keep it up. There was hope, it rang in the unseen life thriving around her with the tune of the night. A rustle of grass proved her point when the flowers parted and a small frog hopped through the gap the greet her. You're a little far from water aren't you? ...or are you?