Fox's Glade I'm biting my nails

The wolfdog had wandered aimlessly into the woods. Now, though, she followed the scent trails of several different wolves, which would presumably lead her to their territory. She just needed to find a pack — pretty much any half-decent pack would do. Dianne didn't want to join one; it was something she was doing out of necessity, like taking medicine. Except this medicine would last several bitter winter months. She sighed but wouldn't complain. She could just distance herself from everyone like last time. And yet, something unspeakable happened during that brief stay—

No.

She wouldn't dwell on it any more than she already had. It was in the past, and she was moving forwards now. Silently, Dianne continued on, hoping she would come across claimed land soon.