Wapun Meadow According to the map, we've gone about four inches

Grezig found herself in a meadow full of beautiful summer flowers, but their beauty was lost on her. She was only interested in things that could help her in some way, like animals she could eat, or a den she could use to get out of bad weather. The scent of pronghorn tinged the air, but she could not hunt one on her own. Well. She could, but she was not yet that desperate. The likelihood of being injured by a large ungulate was far greater if you were not hunting in a group. She had been mainly living off of rabbits or other smaller animals since leaving her natal pack, but she was a medium- to large-built wolf and her strength dwindled from such little sustenance.

Grezig stopped to drink water from a stream, had her fill, and lifted her head to see a shape nearby. It was a small canid and it looked like a coyote. Except also not. There was something about it that reminded her of wolves, too, but Grezig had never heard of wolves and coyotes mating so she did not think of that for even a moment. It was a young one, whatever it was, and she suddenly had the urge to kill it and eat it. Coyotes, after all, were enemies to wolves.

The stream was relatively shallow and she crossed it without attempting to find any dry spots for her paws, and so her legs were wet as she stepped out of it again. She growled low in her throat, ears pushed forward aggressively, still some distance from the creature, but the wind changed directions and she caught its scent. It smelled… distinctly wolf-like. Confused now, she stopped growling and tilted her head to one side. “What are you?”