Silvertip Mountain Are there also wolf gatherings here?

The female had been stirring since her encounter in the woods. She walked to the mountains now, looking for somewhere suitable to bed. Perhaps she'd find the scent of a male; the idea of a scarcity of males didn't appeal to her at all. She needed them as much as they needed her -- but, for now, she climbed with ease up the mountain. 

Scents wafted to her, old wolf trails, birds, the cold air bitter on the wind -- and a female. The scent had dragged her ass up her and she would find it. Hopefully. If she was to produce another litter, she'd need to secure a range. She'd do anything to secure that -- including eliminating the competition. Below, there were rather fetching woods that wolves had seemed to have recently vacated. If it was good enough for them, it was for her. And, with plenty of hunting nearby, she wouldn't have to go far from a den.
But if there was to be another female so close, she would have a problem with that.

So here Lischo was, bearing down on her prey with an air of malice and mischief; when she caught sight of the other so surged on. Large strides had her bearing down on the female, undoubtedly just on the verge of heat. Even if she didn't make contact, she hoped she'd chase the other out quickly enough.