Shadewood hella raw

The farther that she walked, the more she was thinking she was heading the wrong direction.  The scents had thinned as she went this far down the cost, like the majority of the population in the region was left behind her.  Sure, Skydance didn't necessarily want to live in the wolf equivalent of a packed city, but this was basically the void.  If she wanted to live here, she'd have to go and start a pack herself and she wasn't exactly sure she was up for that.

She'd been pretty lucky so far.  The cold didn't bother her through her plush pelt, and a wide array of small critters had sustained her so far, but that availability would be dwindling as the world slowed under a frosty blanket.  They weren't quite there yet though, even if she had to keep it in mind.

Tegan wasn't the only one planning on turning around, her own carefully-picked footfalls making far less noise. She'd been in the middle of looping back the way she'd come from when she'd heard him tromping along not too far away so Skydance veered to meet him.  Maybe whoever that was would have a better sense of what was around here so she could head in the right direction.  Or not.  Her luck had mostly been "not."  She rounded a copse and he came into view -- a guy around her own age at least, not that weirder older guy way back ages ago.  Skydance stopped then called out to accompany a few amiable lashes of her tail, Excuse me?