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Wulfwynn soon found her paws had become sore from all the traveling she'd done and she stopped to investigate the little cracks in the padding. Some blood oozed between her toes and she gave it a tender lick to soothe the ache. From a life of being trapped in a cage with no real means of exercise, her body was still adjusting to this non-sedentary life. She wasn't complaining though, she'd take bloody paws over being confined.

Stomach rumbling, Wulfwynn wondered if there was anything to eat around this steppe. She wasn't a picky eater and the call she followed had kept her fed so far, leading her to small prey she could hunt or leftover carcasses for scavenging. So, using her nose, she took in a long, deep whiff of the air. The wind carried the scent of rot but it was definitely food of some kind. 

She began to follow the scent and as she crested over the hill, a new scent met her flaring nostrils. A wolf! Wulfwynn thought, feeling excited at the prospect of company, perhaps even a new friend! 

Wulfwynn hurried, ignoring the sting in her paws. Her light blue eyes found the source of the rotted scent, a very dead antelope and nearby it she saw the dark brown shape of a wolf.