Looking For Reflection

Lukina spent her days stocking up on her herbal stores. She'd gone through many of her herbs over the long, dark winter and it was time to restock. She'd scoured the mangroves and springs for herbs and was now heading a short ways westward to see what the woods had to offer. She hadn't gone far when she caught the scent of blood and coyote. Her initial instinct was to steer clear. Even though she was a large yearling now, rather than a smaller more vulnerable pup, it wasn't in her nature to go seeking trouble. However, she could hear the muffled sound of voices and her curiosity got the better of her. She crept forward, glad she'd applied a liberal coating of mud, clay and moss to her fur as she often did to fit in with her swamp wolf brethren.