the heart is a lonely hunter

The old woman had taken to wandering beyond pack lands despite her better judgment. Sure she was ancient, creaky, and likely to run into trouble somewhere, but who in their right mind would hurt a sweet old woman? Besides, should someone decide to try to take a bite out of her, she had cleverly coated herself in poison to ensure anyone looking to snatch her would both find her rather ill-tasting before they convuled and likely died. One couldn't be too careful when traveling alone, right? Emerald gaze took in the scenery that was much different than where she currently lived. She couldn't recall if she had been to these parts before when she was a pup or not, but most anything from her young days were long gone and fuzzy anyway. She hummed to herself as she kept going, well aware that night was falling and the land would be covered with stars soon enough. She would have to find somewhere to bed down for the night...but where? She wasn't too keen on just plopping down in the dirt. OR in the open for that matter...so what to do...?

Aha! She spotted a flash of movement from what she thought might have been a small prey animal, but as she managed to get a bit of a better look, she realized it was a very small, strangely colored wolf!? A pup perhaps? "You there, child! Don't you know it's past your bedtime?" She shouted as she tried to hobble after him. The ground was slick and her joints ached from the moisture in these parts, but she'd be damned if she let what she thought was a pup wander around in the dark on their own.