A Lone Wanderer

    Sylvia dug her paws into the ground with a quick stretch, as she let out a soft yawn. She had just woken up from a quick nap and was about to keep moving on. Who knows how long shes wandered aimlessly? It seemed like an eternity to her, and she wasn't sure what to do. What was on her mind though was seeking out another wolf, or maybe another animal that was friendly in the area. An uneasy feeling swept over her as she detected the faint smell of blood and she looked around. By the looks of it this definitely was not a field with plentiful prey, but instead a place of death. Although she was a healer, she didn't feel too comfortable with the smell of death lingering her way. Against her better judgement she decided to stay a bit longer in the hopes of meeting another. She was a small, skinny wolf who didn't seem to be a threat at all so if she did encounter another creature she held onto the hope that they wouldn't attack.