Arrival

Ariste trotted through the orchard she had found herself in. She looked around the unfamiliar place, walking slowly. The apples were plump and falling off the trees, blown by the cool fall winds. Ariste watched the leaves drop from the trees, her ears twitching. So far, since her arrival, she hadn't met any other wolves. Raising her muzzle, she took a deep breath, taking in all the new scents. After a moment, she trotted on, gazing around. "It's so beautiful.." She mused as She slowed to a walk, and stopped under an apple tree. Her fur blew in the wind as She looked around in awe.