Overture Downs even

Demoiselle was not made for a lonely life, but alas a lonely life was what she had been cursed to.

Who knew that a band of dogs could fall apart so easily? Who knew that the others would never make it to them? But she had powered through everything, carrying troubles that she knew must amount to half of her weight.

Overgrown paws took her through the meadow in search of food, her experience in hunting keeping her fit after all this time. It was only a howl which forced her to pause. Head turning, her eyes soon settled on the source; a wolf, of course, but this one seemed.. young. She was not yet sure how to act in the face of it.