Riviere

Hawkeye hoped that her presence in the forest was both known and desired. She cared for her wolves, even if insolence was not accepted. Shouldn't it have been known that insubordination and mouthing off would not be accepted anyway? Would they feel as if she haunted the roads of the plateau?

The black beast padded through the snow slowly, at what would be known as barely a crawl. The light crunching of the white blanket could be heard faintly, and many tracks from her pack came through this area. A small smile touched her lips as she continued on.