Heron Lake Plateau locked and loaded, where the hell is peace of mind?

She was finally home.  She looked terrible; her fur was wild and unkempt.  Overnight her wounds had reopened, though not as badly as they could have.  She was swollen, hungry, and tired.

The snow that had fallen did not stick, but the cold that had been brought with it was bitter and unwelcoming.  She loosed no howl as she arrived, too tired to do anything than try to find somewhere and nap.  She walked the outskirts of the borders, hoping to hunker down in the tree-side of the Plateau near the Thicket, and she hoped she didn't run into anyone along the way.