Swiftcurrent Creek You say that you're leaving, well that comes as no surprise

She roved west, a moving mountain crossing snow-clad plains where the dried grasses reached up only to her elbows, though the snow in places drifted deeper. Toward the craggy mountain range she ventured, until she found herself edging into rolling foothills. At the peak of a small outlook, she could see the mountains, hazed slightly by falling snow that had not yet reached her. She sniffed, testing the wind to guess how long she might have before the wall of clouds sprinkled snow down upon her as well. She guessed she had an hour or two, and it appeared as though she still had another hour of daylight as well. 

The creek lay hidden from her view, but on the wind crept the scent of wolves. She'd not yet reached marked borders, but their scent drifted upon the wind which carried the clouds East. Her lips pulled into a thoughtful frown. She flicked her tongue over her nose, and sniffed again, before she snorted. Indecision showed in the flicking of her ears. Keeping them tilted back, she huffed, and moved forward. 

Stone-faced, she roved down the hillside, drawn toward where she could more accurately assess the scents placed along the defined borders of a claimed territory. Her ears swiveled forward, eventually. With a soft sigh, she sat, rolling her boulder-like shoulders and prickling her thick fur to defend her from the wind as she awaited an audience, silently and patiently.