Felltree Marsh Gigelorum

The want for food drove her beyond the pack's claim, and toward the Marsh where she'd tracked rabbits in the winter. With the swampy region covered in a layer of snow, the ground was easier to navigate- less getting stuck in the mud, and the hibernating marsh grasses provided good food for the herbivores. 

She spotted the other wolf, though, before catching sight of any roving prey. He moved with a quiet step, his ears perked; possibly also trying to hunt down something to eat. This marsh was not a part of Redtail Rise's claim- but it was close enough that the selfish girl felt entitled to the prey that roamed in the area. Her instincts told her to fend him off, drive him away so she could hunt this area on her own- but she had enough experience with hunting in groups that she knew she might stand a better chance if they teamed up. 

That was, of course, if he was cooperative. 

She uttered a soft chuff- barely resonating her vocal chords, but offering a puff of warm air that shimmered in the dying light, to catch his attention.