Jade Fern Grove feet don't fail me now

She was far from the Valley, farther than she had been in a while. The feeling of unfamiliar ground underneath her paws felt comforting. She felt a sense of relief wash over her as she no longer smelled her pack's scent on the land. The unknown, to her, was more comforting than the known.

She found that she did know this place, but the briefness of her last visit meant that the land's contours were not etched into her mind as they were in the Valley. She didn't have much time to explore the place before when she met the little, nervous boy. She rectified it now, no longer intent on finding another, but on relegating new features to memory.

Her head shot up as she heard something wooden fall on the ground. A tree? There were no tell-tale splinters of a tree breaking and falling. She kept staring in the direction of the noise, wondering what would come of it.