Lion Head Mesa friends can break your heart too

@Kemal

Something was different. Something was changing. Serein did not yet understand what was happening to her, but she knew that she couldn't stay in the flatlands she'd been frequenting. Too many wolf scents there; too many unknowns.

Ironic, then, that it was the scent of others which drew her to the mesa. Fewer than the crowd she'd fled, but perhaps enough to signify a budding pack. Perhaps enough to guarantee her safety. Serein shot a glance toward the darkening sky as she crept closer to the mesa, muzzle dipping every few seconds to test the scents strewn along the ground.