Honeyed Pasture mayday

This place sucked.

Well, scratch that.  As far as places went, this one had almost everything a lone wolf could hope to survive — freshwater sources, plenty of game, and cover on the horizon in almost any direction she turned.  It didn't suck.  It wasn't going to kill her.  But it was cold and wet and so long as she was still out in the field instead of in one of the forests that surrounded it, she was in the open.  The dense autumn-browned grasses occasionally smelled like bear, but she hadn't seen one yet and figured that if she did find one, she had the stamina to bolt before it could ever pose much of a danger.

Evening on the horizon, she continues southwest towards the forest, hoping for a better chance of cover.