Whitefish River Shattering Everything

Tina had decided leave the spot she had chosen to wait for the pack folks, just to explore a bit.
Little miss Kit Kat was strolling the Wilds, the new place she had unfortunately ended up in after a dark get down with a dad who deserved the dirtiest death, ever. She sashed smoothly through the embrace of the trees, a forest that looked remarkably like the one she had come from. It was as if her brain tried to bring back the good, only angering and enhancing the bad.

She looked around after the haze disappeared in her head, her hazel eyes touching everything that could give her info on the place, before she bounced to another spot.
Soon, she saw a cliff, and had the urge to climb. It questioned her canis genes to have such an instinct, to just want to be up to climb and climb.
Was that another wolf?

She flexed her claws thoughtfully in the melting snow. Oh how to approach someone without seeming shallow? And dull? She had some sort of mental check going on for her before she even asked for it. And her lithe and seductive body took the form of stealth before she even initiated the order. She leapt.

There was a bit more cliff than expected, but as if her leap was made a tad higher than intended, as if her brain had already calculated 'Prepare for the worst' mode.
Another fringe of forest lay before her, and after making a feline like silent landing to the soft snow, she watched another wolf make her way through the forest. At least it looked like a 'her'.

Tina sat her soft rear on the frozen ground, and barked out mysteriously but abruptly to the furthering fae,

Funny how often you should watch your back. Would be quite the shame if there was someone out there after you.

A mischevious glint danced in her warm irises, the hazel faceting in the brightness of the snow.