Broken Antler Fen Я научилась тебя терять

she does have permission to be here but.. *literally yeets her to the wolves*

The piebald was still relatively new to the land but @Maia (reference) had shown her around the territory and introduced her to a few of the wolves she lived with here. The customs were a little different and the inhabitants too but otherwise, it felt much like the clan her family had live within in the frozen arctic of her homeland save for that there were no two-legs here -- much to her relief. In fact, some of the members of Brecheliant she had spoken to hadn't even an inkling of what a two-leg was. 

The dog thought perhaps to find some niche in which to make herself useful, she didn't want to be seen as some freeloader -- not even a freeloader of their own species. Such was sure to inspire aggression in her direction, plus she would have felt pretty bad if Maia had let her stay only for her to be using up their food stores and the like in the midst of a harsh cold season. 

As such, the morning found her traversing the woodlands, hoping that the cover of clouds would hold off whatever frigid precipitation might make hunting even harder. She followed after the trail of a muskrat, nose low to the ground as she trotted along -- jaws parted so that the scents could reach her sensitive taste buds and allow her to track the prey more efficiently.