Honeyed Pasture mayday

Something tugged on her to continue roaming these lands. As if home was coming closer to her than she realized in time. Long lost and eventually, it should appear to her like a dream. As time went on, the memories of the misty woods faded slowly. Only leaving certain visions in dreams as if it barely existed... but still, it brought her here. Somewhere. As if the dream would come true here if she kept roaming, following her paws like a compass. 

The scent of bear was thick, a new scent she was unfamiliar with... this season would be her first in hibernation, for the wicked beasts to be preparing for a winter of slumber with fat bellies.  Ruby eyes scanned the fields around, spotting a strange colouration in the grasses... a wolf, like her.. but not quite like her either. Having little socialization since... that... forgotten guardian left her on that godforsaken mountain when she was smaller, all Conquest could do was stare at the stranger from a distance with a harsh glance...