these streets are yours, you can keep them

A pale silhouette hovered over the lands nearing the Whitefish River , it's ghastly colour contrasting against the lively green shades of the shrubs and bushes around her. The female swerved through the trees, her tail held straight behind her with its darker tip slightly tilted upwards, she may be part of the lower tiers in her pack but she was feisty and today she was looking for trouble.

Since she'd joined the pack she had dedicated all spare time to get to know the boundaries and limits to her pack's territory. Today she was patrolling near a narrow river that separated the land between to packs. Silvertip's and the Plateu's.

Cara had always had a fascination for water so it was not rare for her to chose to patrol the edge of the river instead of the forest. She sniffed the air around her, nothing but the smell of damp grass and mud invaded her nostrils. As there was no potential danger in sight she approached the river's shore and lowered her head to take a long drink.