Broken Boulder to break, to cleave, to mend

the Taiga was a wilderness of hardship. Heloise found herself attracted to the idea of working for survival. as she was a wolf, a wild beast, she was accustomed to such a life. yet sometimes people wanted an easier time with living. sometimes people did not know what hardship was. whatever had transpired at Diaspora and Stormrift (keeping it vague) she would continue to wander. as of right now she had no outstanding duties. she was free to do what she wanted.

part of her wished to chuff a greeting to anyone who may be nearby. surely it'd be a good interaction if they braved the Taiga? but her senses told her she was alone right now. the pale woman would stare at the broken rock. approaching now, she reared up to place a paw between the crack, feeling carefully within. finding nothing of use, she backed down. about to explore the tunnels beneath the area, she heard a soft snap behind her. eyes swirled about, yet she saw nobody. perhaps a bird.

turning back to the tunnels, she sniffed curiously at the entrance. no bear or badger scent... she was perhaps safe to explore within.