The Heartwood i would go most anywhere to feel.

Though it had been a few days since she'd been asked to be the godmother of the Caldera's future litter, Finley was still rather... completely freaked out by it. She had never before considered the prospect of raising children. She'd never intended to have any of her own, nor had she expected to ever be somewhere long enough that she would earn the trust of a litter's mother. Fin was learning rather quickly though that her life was not meant to always be what she had expected. While that made it fun and exciting, events like this also made her a teensy bit nervous. What else would happen to her that she didn't intend?

Fin had passed outside of the territory's borders hours ago, and unfortunately, nothing exciting had yet to happen. She trotted steadily in the wake of a herd of buffalo she'd been keeping track of ever since she and her alpha had taken one of its youths. They were a strong bunch of animals, but even the strong grew weak under winter's influence, so Fin was determined to keep an eye on them just in case. She paused upon the landscape, her gaze suddenly ensnared by the Heartwood looming nearby. It wasn't likely the herd would have headed that way, but Finley knew that Whitefish River wound through the woods on its way to spill into Big Salmon Lake, which was where she had last seen the herd. Perhaps they had forded the river to the other side and were headed towards Greatwater.

Either way, Finley cantered off towards the woods, interested in finding a temporary shelter between the trees to rest, if only for a little while before she headed off again.