Swiftcurrent Creek no one's gone

Not long after warning the pair of Duskfires away from the bypass, Druid parted ways with Witch and headed out to find some food. This venture led her west outside the pack’s faded borders as she followed the scent of some kind of rodent. When it led to a dead end, her attention turned toward the nearby lake. She strode toward it.

Before she reached the shore, she saw a figure in the distance. Druid halted and stared, trying to discern details from afar. The stranger possessed a lanky, mid-sized build and a ruddy coat. It was hard to tell from here, but she sensed it was a she-wolf. She tipped her nose into the air, trying to confirm by scent, but the wind wasn’t in her favor.

Although she was not a terribly social sort, Druid knew they needed recruits to build up Rivenwood. With that in mind, she made a cautious approach, woofing to announce herself to the stranger.