Breath in the Fresh Scent of Snow

Here we go. c: @Shalon

Meeting wolves right after they'd been accepted into the pack was not something Sen had ever done. In fact, she was often away when such things came about, and then never took the time to actually grow acquainted with said wolves, unless they happened to cross paths by chance. It was unknown why she did such things, and she was sure to never explain herself. It was the idea of newcomers that made her stick around a bit longer, though, even after she'd explored as much as she was ready to in a single go. The dark woman had met one of the newer members, a young boy who allowed her to call him Tok, as his full name was much too long for her to bother with, but that was it. Even then, it had been a chance encounter, but not one she regretted.

Now, there the woman was once more, trotting along through the territory. She'd considered hunting something down, but her lack of hunger made her dismiss that idea nearly the exact second it'd formed. Instead, she ended up deciding on giving the borders a once over, curious to see what she would be able to find, or perhaps even who. The raven coated female trotted along the border at a moderate pace, not needing to go fast, nor overly slow, and simply took in all the sights and scents of the area. It was a fresh smell, as snowy places usually were, and she enjoyed every breath she breathed because of it. The scents of other wolves lingered all around too, of course, but she blocked those out. None held a scent that didn't belong to the Glacier, so she didn't need to be concerned over them.