Blacktail Deer Plateau darjeeling or peppermint

Days came, and days went. Skuld had followed the coastline on into nothing too noteworthy--a few minor successes, a fascinating find or two, but the beach was cold. The winds bit hard, finding purchase in even her rugged hide at its worst times.. so in the face of this, her patience did wane quickly. Especially when irritation began to outweigh interest. Her route had followed the river, and to a plateau.

There, she was tempted by peace only until she smelled wolftracks.. just like everywhere else. They seemed plentiful enough to notice, which led her to wonder. Which way would it go? Regardless, her lumbering steps carried on, and the plateau harbored enough for her to linger--even after she had found the telltale signs of wolfpack nearby. In her new local scavenging, they had not come for her yet, though. Not since the coastline had one such curr looked at her long enough to make the thought. She roamed on as she pleased.

Today, it began as any other. She set out to wander and in sniffing the wind, she did notice more of a certain curiousity when it shifted just right. Oh? Familiar, no less. And he was close, setting her lips into an ugly grimace. Skuld planned to scope out the wolflands better, but evidently the idea was not unique to her. Disappointing to find out now, already so close to where she knew the pests could be at any given instant, and certainly too late to simply vanish into the woods entirely.

However, an innate mother's sense, one tickled by the scent of old blood and ooze, threatened to rise when she breathed deep again just to be sure that it really was him. It did not yet outweigh an instinctive desire to keep away from her grown offspring though.. so when she lowered her heavy snout again, she walked on her way.