Sunset Valley these boots were made for walking

slightly windy & coldish, late dawn-early morning!

Her paws carried her, now. Carrying her across land after land, wading her through river and stream. Her paws, a lighter brown compared to the length of her foreleg, were muddy and sore, but she refused to stop moving just yet. Clenching her teeth, she flattened her ears against her cranium, disliking the feeling of the wind billowing into her eardrums.

On the horizon, she could see a mountain, and looking to her right, the ocean. The faintest pack scent wafted towards her from the west, and judging the strength of the scent it'd have to be a long ways away. Isabella turned her honey-amber eyes to the east, squinting against the light of the sun. The sky was slowly fading from dark purple to red, orange, yellow. A streak of blue marked the time. Morning was approaching, and she had yet to sleep.

Isabella stood for a moment, continuing to watch the sun. The wind seemed to relent for a moment, allowing her to perk her ears, listening for any sound. A bird sung from the treeline behind her, and she wondered, for a moment, if she was alone here.

Pondering, she stood for a few more moments, debating internally whether she should reveal her location to possibly hostile wolves. However, letting her curiosity get the best of her, the girl tilted her head back, a soft howl calling for anyone who might know where to grab a bite and find a comfortable place to rest.

She'd have to be on alert, though, because there was no way for her to know who would approach.