This place was very pretty in the icy, thawing months of later winter. Only one the small falls was actually running, and the rest were frozen in piece. Water here was cool and icy, cooling off the snowy she-wolf whom had been running all evening. Her scent would be everywhere since she'd rolled in the snow, but her deep forest orbs could see that, and her mind didn't care. Let someone find her, amber was quiet tired after all that travel. Meeting so many wolves around here meant that she could throw in the Gypsy pack now and then.

Songs were in the air and she could only assume the birds had chosen this as their first landing zone. The fish didn't seem to have returned yet, or they were still frozen. Hard to tell through the opaque ice below her paws. Her steps went past the streams of frozen water and towards the smallest running water source, for this was the reason she was here. Her muzzle, white like a polar bear's with a small, black nose, dipped until reaching the top of water, and began drinking her fill. Amber's tail wagged almost lazily till she was finished, before raising her muzzle. Water, clear and perfect, dipped off as the she-wolf licked her lips and stepped over the stream. Not even caring that a perfect scent trail was also behind her as she walked towards the crags.

Something caught her nose, but a quick look around showed no one. It was just like her to smell something wrong and find nothing. Out of everything wrong, a nose wouldn't be too silly to suggest, after all.