Panther Park promises

Moira had ventured quite far. Further then she had even meant to travel. Where was she now, anyway? The aging wolf did not know where she was. Though as she was travelling, something made her pause. For a moment she dared to look back, and cursed herself for doing so. The memories of back then came to her, and she growled as she kept them at bay.

As she turned forth, a scent hit. A mockful grin splayed out across her muzzle. A distraction. Forth she went, seeing a lake. And further along the shore, a wolf. She was wary, yet slowly approached.