Bitterroot Valley To start the journey, to make a new start.

It seemed the northern stretches of the Teekon were holding fast to their grip on her. She remained, scouting and hunting away her days, seemingly content beneath the summer sunshine and able to bunker down when she needed to. As one wolf, she was hard to notice and she moved across the valleys often, usually cycling through different haunts, almost always on the move from one vantage point to the next.

Jomyo stayed because so far, she could, and she felt close enough to the outskirts of packs to know where to go if and when hard times found her. Not that any motivation like that had come yet, even if she wanted the easy answer on where to end up and find a niche for herself, so a wanderer she stay. As such a thought crossed, she caught herself swinging a little closer to the Sanctuary again. She paused long enough to sniff curiously at the wind from their way.. and of course nothing spoke to her, not from an entire valley and then some away. She moved on, unsure of what the notion was she felt.

Anyway, she turned and jogged her way towards a valley she usually have mediocre luck at. Ahead a way, she thought she saw another wolf perhaps scoping along to do the same.

Protective of herself more than ever before without any other to lean on, she maintained a distance from the stranger, though went closer--enough to let him know she was here too.