Porcupine Ridge Bought my fate straight from hell

the snow that had blanketed their packland was not a source of dismay for vuk, who had lived in the elements for some time before coming to the ridge. and the fragrance of foreign wolves, while it set her teeth on edge, did not dissuade the woman from slaking her thirst. she travelled silently to the lake, but descended its bank only to find that the ice had grown more thickly over the water since she had last come.

breathing a low sigh of frustration, vuk lapped at the snow until the edge of her want had dissipated. the scent of a higher-ranked packmate was fresh here; without hesitation, the woman gathered the trail of the male's scent and followed until she had come upon him. there, she paused, cupping her ears forward for the duration of her curiosity before she approached, moving toward him with deference in her posture.