Hideaway Strath we're in international waters

@Fury but AW :)

following the riverside from the sweep led here. a well guarded place, scents cluttered in bunches along the only opening to the location. a pack was the obvious answer for her discovery here.

packs meant plenty things — numbers, food, shelter. bodies for hunting and guarding. work to be done.

but she knew nothing about them. nothing about the kind of work they did, what they claimed to stand for. maybe they were nothing more than a family unit. so she had to learn. then she could decide whether it was time to carry on over the mountains, or to settle for at least the cold.

smudged face tipped back as she let out a call into the cold air.