Priti had taken to lurking around the orchard; it was far enough away from where she had last seen those damned brats and still offered shelter and a nearby source of water without being right next to it; which never failed to make her joints ache. The aged woman certainly was not eager for company and for the most part it seemed to house its secluded parts. The notion of finding and joining a pack had crossed her mind once or twice; it would have made her life easier for certain and in her old age didn't she deserve a pack of younger wolves dedicated to making sure she was comfortable? Certainly life owed her that much at least.
The snowy woman trudged among the trees, nose close to the ground as she sniffed for prey. There was the sound of short breathes off to her right, and as she passed beside a tree another one came into view, a young wolf struggling up it's trunk to pluck an apple from its branches. Despite herself the elder paused to watch the youth. A chuckle rising from her throat and she approached.
"Well now I've seen everything." Amusement crackled through her voice, a teasing tone interlacing with uneven melodies of age. "I've seen cats resting in the branches of trees while they ate but never a wolf. "
