Broken Antler Fen out of the danger and into the flames

Flicker panted heavily, she'd been running for a long, long time trying to shake the strong stench of bears. How many bears could there possibly be in one territory? Her head dipped as her pads burned, still cracked and raw from traveling to this land in the first place.

She continued walking, her ears swiveling in their familiar fashion; scouting for danger as she continued on towards the body of water she'd spotted. The rich, wet mossy ground cooled the knawing that throbbed up her legs from her pads. The sweet scents of the cedar and willow trees drifted towards her on the brisk, chill air. She lifted her head slightly as she reached the water's edge and scouted for her next meal before drinking. She dipped her paws into the lake and sighed, the cold sought after the pain and numbed it swiftly; albeit for a short time. She scented the air and frowned, nothing here was worth hunting, she needed something bigger. Maybe she could steal a kill from another lone wolf?

Flicker shook her head at the thought, the risk of running into a whole pack was too great is this land, and from the markers littered about it would not be wise to fathom the idea.