Overture Downs they placed fire-licked pages at the foot of the crown

So far as Mary was concerned, there was nothing wrong with a bit of rest, especially after taking a journey such as she had. It was getting colder with each passing day, though as she made her way toward the east, it seemed that the drop in temperature had been expedited. Food was scarce, but she'd become so accustomed to filling up on water and scraps that it barely fazed her at all. That is until she decided that it was time for a break to soothe her aching joints, at which point the hunger began to slowly set in. 

There was a thin creek not far off that called for Mary's attention; she trotted over, humming a low victory song, and began to lap at the icy water. She drank until her thirst was quenched, then began to look around for any signs of life until her eyes rested on another wolfy thing not too far off. Hello? she called out, expecting a response.