I Hate You, I Love You... Wait, who's this?

Huata had wandered for some time around different lands. Age had begun to show upon her, but due to the white that was upon her chest and a little on her muzzle, it was hard to tell. Her lobes swiveled a couple times. The falls? Some water would be good for her since she had not drank in a couple moons. Her eyes shining happily as she approached the large body of water, lapping at the frigid liquid that ran down her throat. The cool water hit her stomach like a kick in the gut, but, she was happy that her thirst was replenished. But, she would smell someone close by, someone whom she did not know. She seemed to be young, but not a pup. Her eyes turned.

A black yearling wolf was sitting alone by herself, sadness definitely noticeable as the older woman approached her, cocking her head to the side slightly she sat down in front of her, a small smile on her face.

"Are you alright? You smell of a pack, why are you not with them?" She asked, lying down upon the ground as her front paws overlapped each other as topaz optics focused on the young wolf before her.