King Elk Forest And they all fall down

The snow was paw deep, the windswept snow whipped up into the golden figure's face as she travelled east along Silver Creek. As soon as autumn had started browning the leaves she had fled west to escape the incoming snow and rain. Being a beast of the desert, both hot and cold weather did not bother her. It was the damn snow and rain. Oh, how she despised it. The she-wolf known as Auriel was back in the Teekon Wilds, though she had never planned to return. A certain curly-tailed wolfdog had been on her mind since the summer, and although she had missed out on this breeding season she still had plans to enthral him. Donovan.

Auriel halted just inside of the western King Elk forest, the wind now blowing in behind her to whip up her fur and freeze her bones. It flowed to the North, she had hoped to keep her presence hidden until she found the status of the Saint's to be intact. However, with the wind carrying her scent into the Wild's it wouldn't be long until she was found. Stupid snow. 

The golden she-wolf stopped to shake the snow from her paws, then from her sunny pelt. There were faint scents of other wolves in the area, not strong enough for a whole pack. A good place for a quick hunt, the journey had left her skinny and starving. This snow made it hard to pick out the weaker prey scents yet soon enough the female had found herself on the trail of a young rabbit.

@Kynareth Deagon