Blacktail Deer Plateau hold her down with soggy clothes and breezeblocks

AW. She's outside the borders.

It occurred to the silver lady that her anxiety was perhaps rooted so deep within her it flowed through her veins like a poison now. Her day had started with being more adventurous than average—winter would be upon them soon, and Meadow wanted to be as prepared for the season as best she could, and so she scoured for any plants and herbs that could be of use—all the while mapping the surrounding land to her mind.

What she hadn’t expected was the clustered scent of a pack, and her gaze squinted slightly in thought, her pace slowing to an absolute stop. A border. But who’s? Upon her joining, she had been in the understanding that only a few packs were on this mountain… Mereo, Epoch and Paleo.

But this was not where she had believed Paleo to be, and scent affirmed to her it was not Mereo.

She licked her lips, nose down, taking in the scent that trailed to their home, keeping mind to keep a fair distance from their borders. She was torn between beckoning a leader or simply returning to Epoch—the day was still warmed by the sun, the grey clouds above indicating the weather would hold for now.