A Short Time Ago

Mæva's ears flattened against her head as she walked into the wind. It wasn't strong but it had the chill bite of winter to it and not soon after the sky deemed it time to unleash some snow. She sighed but kept on moving. Mæva had wandered to the east to do some more exploring and she was determined to find the eastern ocean before she had to head back west. There had been little in terms of plans she needed to keep. As far as she knew there were no plans to settle in Valhalla and now that she and her siblings were nearly adults they were pretty much free to determine the course of the rest of their lives. This stumped Mæva. She didn't really know what she wanted to do. Part of her wanted to just wander forever or join a nomadic group but so far she hadn't found anything that struck her. She had no idea what to think of stationary pack life. Before the idea had seemed particularly abhorrent to her but as the days went by she found herself growing lonely.

Mæva slowed as she came to a thicket as well as a pack border. Aw nuts! She was going to have to track north or south to find away around the border. She was about to move when something familiar tickled her nose. A scent she placed as belonging to Sparhawk, the neat man that showed her how to make spears. Grinning she tipped back her head and howled for him, eager to see a familiar face.