resupply mission

Rose was wandering, as she often did. She was a wandered after all, with no real place to ever call home, forever chased from packs she tried to join. She was a lonely wolf, but wary. No more did she come up and initiate conversations amongst other wolves. Instead, she watched from a distance, and only interacted if the other wolves indicated a friendly nature towards her. She had been following the scent of a thousand herbs for some time, having lost the scent of the ocean long ago. Occasionally, she would hear of a special, hallowed place ahead, a place blessed by the spirits and full of plenty. She was determined to find it and if her nose was anything to go by, she was close. As the small black she-wolf topped a hill, she immediately sank to her belly, having spotted two other she-wolves almost at the same tie she heard their voices. She pricked her ears and listened, her curiosity peaked at once hearing the strange accents. Carefully, she lifted her head to peer over the tops of the grasses and eyed the pretty wolves down below.