Searching high and low

She'd taken up a patrol that evening, moving quickly around the borders and making sure they were strongly marked. So much had been going on lately, and she hoped that all the "excitement" was over now that Autumn was here. But of course, that thought would come too soon. Across the border, and not too far from it either, lied a heap of brown fur nearly blending with the dusted brown landscape. Brows pulled together as she slowed her pace, legs carrying her across the border as she carefully approached the creature. From back where she had seen it, she thought maybe it was some sort of animal that had died. But when she got closer, she gasped as she noticed it was another wolf. A female, unknown to her in both scent and sight. She did not smell like a pack, however. She gently nosed the young woman, making sure that she was at least still breathing. "Wake up young one...!" While she knew the she-wolf wasn't a child, she couldn't help but to refer to them that way. Especially considering that she was much older now. Avalon would step back slightly, a worried look on her face as she thought about calling for some help. But first, she wanted to try and get her to wake up. Or at least back to consciousness before she moved her.