The river has a certain chilliness to it, now. Fall has come to this place, the hue of the changing leaves had been the first sign, now the weather would grow colder and the food would become scarce. It would be necessary for her to pick a home soon, so that she may survive this winter alone. The profane idea of loners being able to live through the winter without the assistance of other wolves was entirely absurd. She was smarter than that, she knew when leaning on the warm shoulder of another would be in her favor. There was no shame in weakness, when you used it to forward your agenda.

There was still time, yet. Instead of taking the first offer that came her way, she took joy in visiting each area, leaving herself aloof and unclaimed. That was one of the other deadly mistakes, jumping in to the first offer head first. Pack did not mean warmth, it did not mean food, and it did not mean safety without those things. There were certain qualities to look out for, and her past taught her a decent dozen of them.

Drinking from the cold river brings relief to the wolfess. She had spent the bulk of the day in the sun, resting in the fields, and now as night approached she sought out something to fill her belly and a place to rest her head. Of course, being out here alone would be dangerous, and therefore she also hoped to stumble upon another loner like herself. Perhaps someone she could influence with a bit of charm, a practiced pout asking them to keep watch while she got a bit of her beauty sleep.