Silver Creek Making my own Way

She was done with the Lake. She had been for a while. Ever since the large, dominant female had returned. The mother of the pups. She could see the pack beginning to fracture. And when she caught wind of invaders from the south, that was her cue to get the hell outta dodge.

Aliki didn't need any of this drama, thank you very much. Without so much of a shred of regret, she turned away and set towards the west. She would begin anew. Somewhere fresh. Unclaimed. Where she could roam without the pressure of a pack or other wolves jostling for rank. She was young but had gotten by just fine. She sure as hell could do it again. 

Her travels had taken her far, far away from the Lake she had briefly called home. Now, in the last light of the afternoon, it might all come to an end. Bathed in a gentle orange glow, the sweeping woodland greeted her with music to her ears. The clear rush and tumble of water. Probing forward, it did not take her long to find the winding creek, waters gleaming. Yet to discover it's forked formation, she followed along what was the right branch, purple eyes rapt with intrigue.