Cricket Creek Bog the monkey and the toucan were there

Note:  Changed the location of this thread from Golden Glade to Cricket Bog -- she's wandering around. :P

She sat for a while, uncertain what to do next, hoping she wasn't inadvertently trespassing on another pack's territory.  She didn't think anyone actually lived here, but there were so many scents.  Feeling uneasy, she got up and began to roam, wishing she could find her sister but knowing she wasn't going to do it sitting on her ass.  The woods she was in were really quite lovely, and some parts of it actually were the vaguest bit familiar.  She stepped lightly, keeping quiet and attempting to avoid the areas that her nose told her were the highest-trafficked.  She was a headstrong, know-it-all yearling, sure, but she also wasn't stupid enough to think that a young wolf caught alone by a larger group sounded like a good time.

After a while, her wary wandering brought her to the fringes of some great lowland, and as the trees thinned out she began to notice that it was a swamp.  Flies buzzed and pestered her, driving her away from the muddier areas and forcing her to stay up near the trees.  No longer sheltered by the bright verdant canopy of the glade, she felt the hot summer sun beat down on her back and for the moment, she felt pretty good.