Panther Park i.ii : so have a good drown as you go down all alone

Editing why she's on this trip due to the unexpected turn in her thread with Greyback! All of her actions are the same, though.

She'd been traveling for several days now, and Dianne covered a lot of land. This little adventure had been pleasant and just what she needed — distance. She needed distance between her and that man, though Valette was told she was just struggling to readjust to pack life. The scenario was all-too familiar, and she refused to let it happen again. Greyback was absolutely massive; there was no way in hell she could ever fight him off like she did the last one. None of the other Easthollow wolves seemed particularly terrible, but Dianne wouldn't let her guard down; or perhaps it was that she couldn't. She hadn't been part of their pack for long, and she wanted this to work out — she needed it too. Dianne didn't know where other packs were located, nor did she know how full or welcoming they were. It wasn't worth the risk... not yet, at least.

It was nighttime now, and she needed to find a safe place to rest. All this trotting around and hunting on her own wore her out, which was a good thing. Sleep had been coming easier than it normally did, though the nightmares still liked to plague her mind. With a small huff, Dianne brought her attention back to the outside world. Tall coniferous trees bled into view until she was surrounded by them, feeling quite small in their presence.

The smell of cougar assaulted her nose, but the scent was fortunately stale. Ideally, it would stay that way. It looked like there'd be some good hiding places to take shelter in here. After a little ways further into the woods, a ghastly white figure in the distance caught her eye — wolf. Dianne's hackles raised instinctively, but she fought them back down. She really didn't want to find a whole new forest to sleep in just because one wolf was prowling around at night. It was a woman, which admittedly worried her less than a man's presence would.

The wolfess was facing away from her and holding one of her legs up awkwardly, but Dianne couldn't tell what was wrong with it at this distance and with so little light for her eyes to work with. She appeared distraught by something; maybe it was her leg. Whatever, like hell she'd make that her business. Dianne made to skirt around the ghostly figure, though the wind was ufortunately not in her favor. Hopefully, the wolf would stay occupied with whatever was bothering it and not pay any attention to her.