Emberwood cuncti simus

Druid knew she shouldn’t stray far, since the bypass was so vulnerable to invasion. But if she was meant to feed herself and her few pack mates, then she must go where she stood the greatest chance of capturing prey. For now, that meant she continued visiting the creek to the west, fishing its waters when she wasn’t patrolling the bypass’s borders with @Witch.

A warm front moved through the area, raising the temperatures and stirring winds at the foot of the mountains. Strong gales buffeted against Druid, making it difficult to focus on her task. She was even further distracted when a crosswind carried the strong scents of wolves from the north.

Knowing she wouldn’t be able to catch much in these conditions, Druid turned into the wind, which flattened her gray fur as she plodded toward the source of the smells. She followed the creek’s winding path, crossing at a bend and finding herself at the edge of a forest tucked underneath a solitary peak. Her mismatched eyes blinked at the unmistakable presence of a small pack here.