Barrow Fields She just changes her mind

@Maven

The plains stretched out before the band of wolves, still on their voyage back to their homelands. Having fed on venison one day earlier, Lilia's strength had been lifted, and and she'd finally overcome the nasty respiratory virus that had travelled with the group. In spite of missing their target, Lilia found herself reveling in the travel and the constant physical duress. She could feel her body changing, maturing- and in her reflection she saw a much stronger wolf than the one she'd been when she'd first arrived at Redtail Rise as a scruffy, starving orphan. 

She was a bullet, now. Hard metal with explosives sleeping in her chest. 

While the band rested in the advent of a pack hunt, Lilia roved along the perimeter of the field in search of tracks, hoping she might scent something and relay that information to the pack to inform their hunting decisions. They might have to wait until dusk, as there was not much cover to be had. She roved with her muzzle lowered, tail lightly curling as she focused on her sense of smell.