It had been some time since she had left the boarders of the great forest. She had quite literally thrown herself in to structure of the pack. She looked up to Coszcotl, he was a great leader and she had quickly found a quiet friendship with the alpha that was a pleasant change. At his request she had begun proving herself for the role as his True Arrow, leader of the hunts in Taviora and it was an idea she had taken to with fervor. It was the blind hope that finding a position within the wolves of the forest might fill the chasm that had opened up in her chest since her brother had left. For weeks afterwards she had been inconsolable, irrationally lashing out and anyone who dared come near and it was only Coza’s wise words and new direction that made each day bearable from here on. Even maniacal, perhaps, if you had a flair for the dramatic.

Yes the whole situation was her doing, her overreaction to the fact that Hollowpoint would no longer be by her side at all times and was forging a life of his own. She had never been in a world that didn’t involve him day in and day out, and she wasn’t sure how to function without that. He had been the one who tried to brighten her demeanor, occasionally even managing to bring a slight smile to her muzzle. Without that her world was bleak, but at least she had purpose.

That is what took her across the forest’s borders today, trailing in to the more sparse woods south of the hill lands. She swept amongst the trees like a ghost, her thick white body slung low to the ground as she padded silently along. Nose to the ground she followed the different game trails while familiarizing herself with both the prey and their behaviors for future hunts she planned to lead. She passed over the smaller game that one or two wolves could take down along instead focusing on the larger game that would feed a multitude of stomachs within the pack. Finally she came across the tramplings of a small herd of deer whom were moving deeper in to the land with the oncoming autumn. No doubt they had grown fat with the bounties of spring and fall and a lack of being hunted.

Finally she halted in the shelter of a large outcropping of bushes, her two tone eyes catching the movements of her prey as they grazed unsuspecting. It was a small family, a stag with a few does and their offspring. Her breathing slowed, for while she had no intent of bringing them down this day her mouth still watered at the thought. She had never been on to kill without need, but it had become such a welcome distraction when she let the adrenaline and instinct take over... She shook her thick head, pushing the thoughts away. No she would bring more of the pack back with her next time and provide as was her duty. Instead she let her mind wander to the last time she had hunted deer in this land. When an intriguing black wolf had interrupted her meal and they and eventually taken a pregnant doe together.

It had been a euphoric feeling to hunt with someone like him, they had moved together as if of one body and mind to fell their prey. No hunt since had shown her a partner with whom she worked so well with. She had never had a friend per se, and she wasn’t entirely sure if that’s what he was. He had an incessant way of finding her and tolerating her personality like none other and every time they parted there was a part of her that hoped they might cross paths again. Though she would deny it to any who asked of course.