Shy Deer Steppes let me not die ingloriously

In sharp contrast to the white and grey that littered the land, the General stalked forwards, her red coat a blinding beacon in the almost grey-scaled world. She had no real purpose to wander this far from pack lands other than to map the territories surrounding the Haunted Woods.

At first, Alison did not notice the other, her pelt a moving smudge amongst the snow. It was only when she drew near that she made out the shape of wolf. Who travels here? Her bark was loud enough to fill the void of distance that stretched between them. She did not intend to inch forward should this be a pack wolf not far from her own grounds.