south for the winter... kinda

Rose was rolling in a meadow of flowers and waving her paws at butterflies when she caught the scent of another wolf nearby. Rolling to her paws, she stood up, sniffing the air before shaking the pollen from her pelt. Her grey eyes glinted as she scanned the area for the source of the scent, but failed to spot any movement. Giving her pelt another shake, she began her limp-trot across the small clearing, following her nose. She liked to be aware of wolves before they became aware of her, so she felt obligated to find this strange wolf. She pricked her ears as she went, listening for the sounds of paw pads or the snap of a wolf's jaws on some prey.