Otter Creek dream in red

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From her perch on the mountainside, there was sometimes a disconnect from the flatlands below. But, things had been peaceful there. Not.. particularly difficult. Outside of a few previously-pledged wolves going missing, she had little to be overly concerned with. She felt suspicious, though -- would it last?

Unlike her outriding members, her paws rarely took to the lands below, but on this day, she struck out for her own gains and explorations. Just to see for herself for a bit. Usually when she did go out, she could find something to entertain herself with.

In time she welcomed the night's shadows and kept her forward momentum even without distinct to keep her going. As was typical, her path found the rim of the large lake, then eventually a creek that fed into it. She scoped deeper into the thickening woods at its edge and only slivers of the almost-full moon's light reached her fur to dapple it in glow.

There would be no returning her nose to the mountain tonight. Instead, she casually attached herself to an evidently-traveled trail. Hunt, or be hunted.