Broken Antler Fen when the snows fall and the white winds blow

Down the jagged path from the rocky heights and further down still through the rough base ground that was near the bottom, Jupiter was sore and rather tired when she passed into new land. The fen was remarkably more pleasant to pass through than the heights had been. The fighter watched the foliage shift with curious, dancing eyes. The new terrain was nice, she thought. It would have made for a suitable pack claim. Not that she had any plans for making one of her own anytime soon. When tired from a few days of rough travel, Jupiter used any thoughts she could to keep herself going. 

It was late though; the sun had set hours before she had reached her first mile into the fen. She had not made it much further, as she had stopped to hunt for something to eat. Stars glimmered from a dark blanket overhead. Jupiter felt her spirits lift as she came across a small source of running water - a stream that cut through the trees. The broad she-wolf trotted toward it and bent her head to drink for some time. When she had quenched her thirst - water drizzling from her chin - she looked up to her surroundings and paused. She wondered if she should deviate her path or continue east.