The forest. It never changed much, and when it did, it always ended up better in the end. There was a nice scent in the air, but it wasn't of prey. amber was a little hungry, but it wasn't exactly pressing yet. Water, however, was far more desired. A forest spring was simple to find, and her white furred paws were glade to carry her, as her forest green eyes searched for such a spring. The scent of pack wolves were everywhere, same with loners and gypsies. This land belonged to everyone, so it was no surprise. But, the smell of a wolf whom hadn't been in these lands for a while. That was interesting, not enough to look into, though.

Coming upon a small pool of water, the snowy female lowered her head gracefully. She began to lap up the water, ears turning this way and that to check for other wolves, prey, or something a bit more threatening. Bears were common, after all. It wasn't that she didn't trust her nose. Her nose was just far too close to water to be of any use. Plus, it was time she started using the white leaves on her head for something useful.

Quietly, rain began to fall upon her, and the she-wolf huffed, slipping away from the water to look for shelter. Turning around a tree, the white animal, for the second time this year, ran headlong into someone's side.