Redsand Canyon it's hell to where you go

thorn was a wolf she hadn't gotten the pleasure of knowing all too well. of course, she wanted to change that, figuring it wouldn't hurt to join him on his journey. scenting the air and tracking his scent leads her to a muddle of snow, hoofprints, fur... a disaster, really. snow was so gorgeous freshly fallen; a blanket covering the land, sparkling under the sunlight, though everything that is beautiful eventually breaks. black-winged birds caw in the dead trees, looking to scavenge already ravaged animals like the opportunists they are.

thorn's scent grows stronger in her senses, as well as the scents of many other animals: elk, crows, coyotes... there were many things here, resulting in her being hesitant about the territory itself. the elk would be a good score, though if they were to stay here its likely the ungulates would leave sooner rather than later. coyotes could be killed, but they were flighty. a few coyotes isn't enough to feed a whole pack, especially with the scavengers afoot. her body lowers to the ground a bit as she spots thorn in the distance. wordlessly, the fae prowls up to him as he keeps a hawk's eye on the elk below.
maybe a quick kill wouldn't be bad, despite her intial hesitance of the new land.