Sunset Valley Sleep

The foreign, small wolf looked around. She knew there were packs here, there had to be. The flora was touched by multiple paws and a place like this is rarely unclaimed. She hummed a song in herself as she continued walking. The melody was one her mother had sung to her when she was small and had not seen the terrors the world brings within its beauties. She had forgotten the words and instead just hummed. Her paws hurted from the walking and the long journey, not to forget the battle wounds. Her knowledge of herbs was quite large, and she knew this place was one full of worthy plants.

She walked further, ignoring the pains. She smelled a lot of things, mostly food. She decided it wasn't a good idea to hunt here. She didn't really wanted to get killed. The sky was blue, without any clouds and the sun really wanted to melt her skin, so it seemed. Her pelt was hot and she was sweating. "Misschien een goed idee om even te gaan rusten." she said in herself. Her language was Dutch and she wasn't sure if the wolves here spoke it. It meant "Maybe it is a good idea to rest for a while." And with those words, she let herself rest a little and accidentally fell to sleep.