Spring was upon the lands and she knew as sure as anyone else that soon many pups would be welcomed into this unforgiving world. Well maybe it wasn't that bad, but to a lone wolf it surely was. She did well to avoid any territories and stuck primarily to the valley and surrounding area. She ventured into the fields once to check out a large gathering of wolves around a fallen elk. But to this day she's still confused as to what happened there and why nobody would touch the elk.

Anyways, today the mottled grey femme found herserlf roaming the woodlands. She avoided the more swampy area found here and honestly wasn't even sure what she was looking for here. She just wandered about aimlessly, constantly switching places every day. She was a lost, wandering spirit with no real given purpose in life yet. She was just meant to be young and carefree until she found her purpose or a home, or anything for that matter.

As she wandered about the dusty path, she kept those lovely lilac eyes of hers open for anything that might be exciting. But what she comes across is something that most probably wouldn't find exciting. It was a small clearing in the woods filled with wildflowers. She walks over the clearing perfectly oblivious to if anyone or anything is even around. She just wants to see the flowers and roll about in them. Her head is lowered as she drags her nose through the various flowers, taking in all the different scents.

She suddenly flops down in the flowers and begins to roll about, simply playing with herself. Nipping at them and rolling from one side to the other until she managed to clear a small area in the middle of the flowers. She rolls back onto her stomach and lays there now perfectly happy and content. Crosses her front paws together, and closes her lilac eyes about half way to just revel in the warmth of the rising sun. Small petals and leaves are stuck to her mottled grey fur. Her tail twitches and ears twitch every now and then to show that she is in fact still awake, but just basking.