the swamplands were behind her, and her only focus was to survive this landscape as of right now. t'was a brutal start to winter; she had no formal 'home' nor 'house' any longer, no stocks of herbs... if she was the idiotic type, she would assume the world was out to get her. only fools believed that. she knew it was a complex agorithm of theories. the eruption was scientific. it could be explained. in the simpliest terms; Huntington could say that it was merely the volcano's time to spew again.
her steps led her farther north, away from the islands that littered the coastal regions. there was no direction in mind. she had never been north before now in Boreas. movement caught her eyes as she twisted her body to look upon a small girl roaming near the lake. Huntington was behind her, the wind blowing away from the girl and hiding the white-masked wolf's scent. the thought of traveling away without a sound, leaving the girl be was tempting. she also opted to remain quiet and stand still, wondering how long it'd take to be recognized.
eventually, though, Huntington sat. she began licking idly at her frozen paw pads, the warmth from her tongue tingling the skin irritably. she was not built for the winter and it showed in her otherwise thin coat. ignoring the other wolf, for now, the girl began to wash. she was still a bit away from the other anyway. it was not like she was right on top of the other being.
