Neverwinter Forest song-murder and the aspen

Makatza's first winter was coming in close. The fall of the fine snow was a sight she had never seen before, and she was dreading it. It was cold, wet and unpleasant to her. She didn't care for it. She was all alone in this neutral area, she wandered between different terrains, but stayed within the wilderness. Not because it was close to home, in fact it was pretty far from home. But more so because other packs stayed nearby and she was beginning to wonder if she should join one of them. Staying alone at her age during the winter was probably not the smartest move, and she was realizing that even more as the cold bit her nose.

So when she found a large grey male patrolling the area, she shifted. She only barely saw him in the corner of her eyes and she wondered if she wanted to follow him or not. Ask him who he was, where he came from, all of that. So rather than acting like a normal person, Makatza began to stalk him. She kept downwind, stepped carefully behind him and watched him with curious eyes. He seemed almost as if he was searching for something.

He walked pretty far and for rather long, and she getting bored of him. She had pretty much decided to turn around and leave, and then, only then did she make a mistake. She stepped on a large twig that broke with an almost deafening sound to her ears. "Fuck!" She froze. She slowly turned her head to look at the male and then turned her body toward him. She wasn't afraid, more so embarrassed being caught red-handed in stalking him so closely.