The black she-wolf was searching to find herself a snack, something to hold over until night reined over the land. Night, this time of year they played to her advantage, rather than when the sun stood tall in the sky. She smelled the blood of an elk, she stalked forth if it was hurt then she might able to take it down. She stayed close to the shadows a well hidden, as she came into view. Well, the elk was dead, but there were a large number of others about. She hated large gatherings due to her flighty nature; the idea of multiple wolves terrified her. Her frost tipped tail wrapped itself close to her, the end of it brushing the white of her neck. It would be one thing if it was three or four younger wolves, but older wolves especially male made her senses scream to run. The sheer number that had gathered made her freeze in place, other than her white tipped ears and mismatched eyes scanning. A low whine or groan drips from her maw, all she wanted to do was run. Adrenaline made its way through her body quickly though, and it was telling her brain to get out of there immediately. Finally her white paws followed her orders turning quickly, before racing out of there.