Whitefish River Winter, wintery, winter

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Being a lover of Winter, the pale Spine Queen was out again.
Though leaving her realms in hands of her mate's capable hands gave her a lot of confidence every time she decided to take her little expeditions, she could never stand to stray too far for too long. Not even the Outrider's wanderlust could drive her too far from her home, as it was her own heart and life that was anchored to the Spine since the moment she set foot on it for the first time -- with Jinx.

Though it had been many long months since her idol's death, Cara still remembered her dearly, with the same admiration she had held for her when she was still living. She had been the one that had taught her to love pack life and the hardships that went with it.

With her nose hovering over the snowy ground, Cara advanced through the Wilderness, her delicate nostrils picking up a scent she didn't recognize. She followed it idly, led by the curiosity to see who might stand at the other end. Soon she was able to see the man's muscular structure in the distance., and with her tail waving neutrally behind her back she decided to approach. Might as well make use of that title she had earned as Outrider -- even if she was not the most pleasant diplomat she could always enjoy getting to know another wolf who lurked the same lands she did.

So with a sharp bark that seemed to call the man's attention she approached, waiting patiently to see how this stranger would act to her presence.