Bryce was pissed. The furs she held between her jaws were the sparks to the fire, but it was that bastard Tepilztin that fed the flames. He and his brother, royalty her ass. Oh just the thought had her growling, at least until she realises that a random lone wolf wandering through the freelands, growling to oneself, looked maybe a tad off. She didn't want anyone to think she had rabies. Actually, she didn't want anyone to think anything about her. Better off to keep to herself and in the background, safest there anyways. Especially after stealing these seemingly prized furs...

As her paws carry her through the fallen snow and into the domain called the crags, she begins to realise that the darkness was beginning to fall. Only a bit ago was it light, though as the weather became colder and the food became scarce, it was like the light did too. Days seemed.. so far less, than they did before.

Her movements are like to be described as graceful, as she makes her ways into the caves below the rocky terrain. She is still easily seen from above, as she finds a hole to hide her stolen goods, most unwillingly to delve into the actual caves. Being underground never sat comfortable with her, even as a pup she preferred the open world to the den her mother nursed her in.