The Sunspire Fear of living and loving what's that called again?

Nerian ran and ran and ran. She bolted past the border of her pack and ran. She didn't know where she was going or what she passed by. Her frantic flee eventually turned into a graceful mile eating lope.
Soon the ground inclined enough that she had no choice to stop, her legs shook and her chest gasped for air long denied it. It was only then she had realized she had passed into a pack land, here on a mountain? A pack? that didn't seem like a good long term plan...

Nerian slumped down and rested, her tongue lolling out of the side of her mouth as she panted. Once she gained her breath and rested a little she'd retreat until then she hoped that she'd either not be noticed or at the very least not attacked. She was a small slender wolf and not one that could hold her own against a brutish Mackenzie Valley Wolf, and she scented lots of those near here.

As time passed her gaze turned toward the plants she began taking measure of the herbs and useful plants there were some things here she'd have to ask permission to take home some of these did not grow in Stavanger Bay. At least not yet.