Frostfire Ridge Therein lies the flowers of truth

I hope I didn't disturb you at work today. :)

Amalia briefly thought on her parents and though she missed them, she was also immensely proud of herself for embarking on a journey all alone. She was two fresh out of pup hood, spurred into that of a femme. She was still learning so very much, which it was a good thing she liked to learn. This whole trip had thus far been a learning experience. 

Amalia had scented the stale game trails, of what once was large beasts. But it seemed they were long gone, she wondered at it. Even saw some trails that were beginning to be overgrown where they must have traversed once upon a time. Did wolves chase them away? or did they simply move on? 

It was with trepidation and a sixth sense, that she moved from her spot beneath the shadows, her inky black coat had blocked, her, but she now felt ill at ease. She shifted and looked about her, lifted her nose into the wind. It was just a small glimmer of a coat she noticed, but the angle was strange, so she moved hoping to find a better vantage point of what had snuck upon her. Though had it been predator, she would have been prey.