Galloping Through the Grass

Switchback paced in a large oval, not quite sure what to do. She was located on the very edge of the snow and from her position she could see out towards the more tropical and warmer parts of the giant island. Taking a hesitant step forward she began her journey to unexplored areas. A few steps out caused Switchback to shiver with fear, she was used to the cool feel of snow under her small paws and the constant cool wind ruffling her pelt. Taking a deep breath she continued on, leaving the familiar feeling of snow and ice. The young she-wolf knew she wanted something different, something new and exciting. Snowy mountains were a harsh place for a wolf to live, and it just reminded Switchback of her past.

C'mon Switch! Get your paws moving! If you don't quicken your pace you'll be caught and never reach the Southern Ocean. Gosh I don't want that to happen, I need to see new and exciting things, snow will just remind me of my home, and my past... And that can't happen. I'm done thinking about my past, it's time to live in the present! Switchback continued talking to herself in her head to keep her mind of the journey she was taking. She just put one paw in front of the other, keeping a steady lope through the tall grass.

After about a mile or so Switchback stopped for a rest and surveyed her surroundings. She was on a flat stretch of land and in the distance she could kind of make out what seemed to be abandoned farmland. Sniffing the air she smelled a wolf pack marker drifting through the wind. Following the scent she continued onward, eventually smelling the salty tang of the ocean. After a few moments she reached what seemed to be the edge of the border and plopped her rump down on a large rock. Then she braced herself and let out a long howl, telling the wolves that she was here.