Water ran towards her, as it always did. It would rush through her feet as she made her way up the river. Well, not so much a river, but the stream that headed from the crags towards the water that surrounded the middle island in the fields. She moved easily. Black fur tinted with a gold/brown at the tips of most peaks, she moved easily through the shadows. The trees fell over the stream as she moved towards where she smelled the group of wolves gathering. The smells were starting to become a little overwhelming, but she knew that meant that it was a gathering of sorts. She’d heard a call a while back, one for company to come join this wolf, and despite not wanting to see anyone, that she knew at least, she figured she needed to push herself past her own boundaries. She wondered what kind of irreconcilable differences had sent her father away from these lands, only hoping that one day he’d get over his issues and come home before he died all alone out there. Guinevere didn’t know if she could deal with him dying without saying goodbye.

She eyed the group as she came to a stop. There were more males than females, the smells told her, and thus, she decided to move towards them to even the numbers a little. She drew in a breath as she came towards them, trying to identify by smell if she knew any of them, she didn’t. So she was safe in that regard at least. That was something, right?

She stopped on the outskirts of the group, listening to those as they spoke to one another, and those who spoke to more than one at a time. She however, kept her mouth shut. Not wanting to draw attention, her navy and gold eyes watched the scene unfold before her, sitting down silently, her long fluff of a tail wrapping around her legs as she sat, looking probably prim and proper to those who looked on at her.