Hoshor Plains mal de ojo

@Flicker

This was a scheme, Dulce decided. It was an elaborate scheme put into place by the gods of fate to as a final ploy to convince her that submission could be something more than a ten letter word for blind-eyed compliance. All of these chance encounters had happened all so that she would ideally begin to realize that there might be more to life than the wild and settle into the life of a domestic. The very thought of settling into a pack beneath the sole leadership of a fool as weak as Evergreen with wolves as incompetent as his puppets made Dulce sick.

It should be noted that these thoughts were the after effect of a fit of drowsy rage. You see, after travelling further inland from the ravine, she'd decided to find a spot to settle for the early evening. Things were going just as planned until a curious fox kit found itself tugging at the tender skin just behind her thigh. Dulce leapt awake, snapping back at whatever the offender happened to be. It only took a second for her to realize that her offender was a child; figuring that she had to preserve what morals she had left, there was nothing that she could do from that point but get up and walk away.

In fact, Dulce walked so far that she ended up in the plains just beside Blackfeather. Quite the trek for a scout as fatigued as she was.