Redtail Rise and in the gunslinger's mind, those words echoed: you dare not

Sarah had slept peacefully tonight, Osprey had taken watch over her sleep and no nightmares had tormented her daughter's mind. She awoke well-rested, broke through the snow cocoon she had made for herself and breathed in the fresh, crisp air of the morning. It was cloudy, the sun was visible as a round, yellow orb in the sky and it was bitter cold. The areas of her skin, which had been severely burnt and therefore hairless were more tender to this change in temperature, but as soon as the she-wolf began to move and warm up, the unpleasant sensation disappeared. 

She had wandered far the day before and had got a bit lost, but, having no friends at the hollow, who would worry about her too much, Sarah did not mind extending her journey. There was something very pleasant in the solitude, now that her mind was freed from the oppressing darkness that had reigned there for months. She stopped to inspect a spot here and a spot there, thought for a moment to having caught a whiff of a fox, and then with the change of the wind a smell of another wolf was brought to her. 

Quite living, and, if she was not entirely mistaken, not too far away either. Having learned that meeting people and talking to them helped to ease her condition, she set out to find the source.