The world was ablaze with the fire and blood of autumn. Cool temperatures hung in the air creating a steam that poured from nose and lips of the creatures who breathed it in and out. It was a chill that threatened a cold of winter, warning so many of the oncoming onslaught of frigid weather. It would sink into thinner coats and freeze the unwary, the malnourished, and the weak. Eventually the frost would turn to snow and the world would be thrown into an eery quiet while every soul waited for the spring to rise again.

Satinka stepped lightly over the frost covered grasses of Moladion The soft nips barely registering in her mind. Well before the true turns of the season her body had already begun to change to suit her more for the winter. If she had ever not been suited for winter. Liver, cream, and strawberry coat was thick on her body, protecting her from any colder elements meaning ill-will toward her life. A number of times it had created an illusion of bulk when in reality it took far longer fingers and fangs to reach in and nip her skin. She was surprisingly lean under her coat, body thin, trained and bred to run and endure. In a sense, she had been created to endure. It had been others’ mistakes that had led her to this.

Nose to the ground she had made her way to this place. Unknowing of what to expect but optimistic success could be obtained, she too made her way to the water’s edge. Whiskers brushed against the ripples and she could feel the cold lifting from mountain fed rivers. Cyan eyes looked up at the snow covered peaks and narrowed at them questioningly. Born of a flat and tundra world, she did not know if she could abide the constant enclosure of mountains, but it was an options. About to step towards her new path, hoping to make it before the depth of night was truly upon her, something caught her eye. The hunter looked over the bank and saw a young wolf drinking from the cold river. The tip of her nose twitched in mild curiosity, an ear flicking back and forth while she determined if this would be worth her time. This stranger was barely a pup, and she was not her pup. Satinka had very little care or use for a burden. She snorted audibly and decided to continue her path. Unfortunately, it seemed the only real path was on the other side of the river and the calmest crossing was just passed the pup. Now her cream tipped ears flattened in distaste. Attempting to completely ignore the pup, she trotted down the bank and prepared to cross by jumping a crossing of rocks not fully submerged.