Bramblepoint Change is Coming.

Fallen leaves crunched under the paws of a she-wolf who ambled along with no real purpose in her stride. Surrounding her were magnificent shades of yellows, reds, oranges, browns, and the occasional green leaves that colored this forest for the season. Autumn was a favorite for the she-wolf; the temperature was cooler, pushing the humidity elsewhere, and who couldn’t love the scenery? There was something serene about it, something calming. On a calm day with a gentle breeze, it was hard not to get swept away by the beauty. Autumn was the season of change; but unlike spring, it signaled the approaching winter, looming over their shoulders like a bad omen. It was better to enjoy it while it lasted, for most of the creatures here would be in misery in a short time to come.

The she-wolves’ fur coat was beginning to thicken in preparation for long, cold days and even rougher nights. Patches of darker fur worked their way across her pelt as instinct drove her to survival. But for now, the winter doom was far from her mind. Halting in a bright clearing, sky-blue eyes tilted upwards as sharp rays of sunlight cut through branches in glowing shafts, illuminating the forest floor. Lungs expanded as she took a deep breath, letting the different scents flood her senses, not focusing on any one in particular, but picking through them. Faint prey trails, decaying leaf litter…these were the scents of autumn. Everything simply felt alive.

Running her tongue across her maw, the she-wolf idly let her eyes wander, deciding on where her paws should lead her next. Perhaps a water source; she was growing thirsty after all this traveling across territories. She did note with a growing disappointment that no wolves were present, at least at this point. Surely, this forest had something to offer her. A conversation at the least. Her last encounter seemed like ages ago and the white/gray she-wolf was becoming increasingly anxious by herself.