She stared at her reflection and finally, for once in her life, saw what she wanted to see. The woman made her expression softer, feminine, and twisted her body, noting how her fur fluffed in all the right places. Eleanor smiled, and though she would never show this softer side of herself to anyone else, it made her feel a whole lot better about arriving in these new lands. Made her feel like no one would really be able to figure out what was hidden beneath her luxurious slate grey pelt. After a few minutes of making sure that the wolf she saw was who she wanted to present as, Eleanor turned away from the small pool and began to wind her way through the rocks.

The air was much more frigid here during the winter, and there was snow on the ground, so different than the temperate climate that she was used to. She thought back on her previous tribe with distaste, the wandering nomads who cared for little else other than beauty, finding prettier and prettier places to settle before growing bored. Eleanor too had been the subject of ridicule, her dark coat different from the 'prettier' light colors of white and tan. She thought, though, that now, she was finally beautiful. Perhaps she did not care for beauty as much as they had, but it was ingrained in her head like the fight-or-flight instinct (of which she often chose the former).

Eleanor made her way through the rocks, eventually coming across an overhang that had blocked out the snowfall from the ground. She sat there, vibrant eyes peering out around the rocks, simply waiting and resting. The scent of many wolves crossed through these areas, and while she wasn't usually one for company, she was curious to see if they recognized her for who she really was. That was the question... she hid her scent well enough with flower petals and pine, but when another looked at her, what did they see?