good company

Pestilence was becoming more restless and uncertain of her place in life the more days passed. In the very next season and only a few short weeks away she'd be a yearling, allowed to roam to her heart's content and without interference of adults or alphas or Gods. For now however, she was still grounded. Fortunately her elders still wished her to learn and grow, and so she was allowed to leave the territory as long as she had an escort. She had begged her mother to take her north, to where the creatures were hardier and more difficult to take down. The pup had grown tired of hunting rabbits, and yearned to make a kill that was worthy of a Klein.

She basically ignored the fact that she was being shadowed and escorted and instead pretended this adventure was all her own. The woods were thick and the trees tall, and Pestilence wandered with her nose to the ground picking up every scent with full intention of bringing home a kill to be proud of. She smelled foxes, deer, species of cats, but each one she'd decided was too easy or too difficult for a pup to take alone. The girl was so preoccupied and focused that she barely noticed the nearing scents of strange wolves nearby.