Cricket Creek Bog quiet with music (do not ask the music)

Auburn is kind of of an SMC wolf lolol

Auburn had left the shelter of the Sweep for the day, feeling well enough to seek out new territory for once, though she did not go far. And she did not go into the Copse. She still did not exactly know where she stood with them all, though she hoped that tipping Meerkat off that Skipjack had wandered away by himself had put her in the pack's good graces.

Today she found herself in the Bog that lined the Copse. She had to say that she didn't particularly care for bogs, smelly and fetid as they were, but this one was different from most. It was beautiful and cool here, and she could see this being a nice place to escape the summer heat when it came. As it was, it was only early in the season and the temperatures had not yet risen above their cool spring ways.

She was studying a frog from a distance when the wind changed direction and brought with it the scent of unfamiliar wolf. Immediately on edge, she stayed crouched low, glancing around herself, unsure of what to do now. The only wolves she'd met in a long time were from the Copse, and those she had known before had not been kind to her. She didn't relish meeting anyone new.