After having followed the river west from where it forked, it had wound north and south again, eventually dumping into the bay that stretched out before her. Squinting against the sun’s glare, across the distance she could catch the dark shape that was the far side. It looked like there were more trees around that direction. That seemed like the forest the other woman had mentioned, but Larisa didn’t feel any compulsion to go find the pack that lived there.
The rain had let up after a few days of wet weather while she had traveled. She’d smelled few wolves along the course of the river, but she had managed to catch a few fish when she found shallow points and could just scoop them out of the water. If nothing else, this valley was abundant with prey that a lone wolf could catch. Perhaps it was not a terrible place. Though, while it was summer now, the year would soon turn over, growing cold and eventually snowy again. Larisa loathed the idea of spending another entire winter alone, or fighting with mangy mutts for a meal and shelter.
She leaned back onto her haunches with a yawn, contemplating the large bay before her and what her strategy for the year ought to be. She could find a pack. As disgruntled as she was by the idea, it would mean food and shelter. How would she ever find something that lived up to her standards though? No doubt anything she found would be some amalgamation of poorly bred losers who were only living together because they couldn’t survive on her own.
Maybe there were a few worthy wolves in this valley. She’d didn’t think she’d find even any distant relatives here to truly feel like those around her were worthy, but maybe she could find someone tolerable. A few wolves that held the same ideas. If they all came from great families - even families that were not her own - perhaps that would do. She could try that at least, try to find someone who she might grow to consider a tolerable partner for the winter.
Feb 10, 2018 11:14 AM
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