But what do I know?

With both her siblings gone somewhere and her parents seemingly estranged, the range was a lonely place for the young wolf Atka. She would be turning a year old only a season from now, and she was already very leggy with the awkwardness of adolescence, though the lines of her body and her muzzle spoke of elegance yet to come. To escape the constant monotony of the open range, always feeling so empty these days, the young girl had wandered into a neighboring land that always had things of interest to be found if you were willing to poke around for them. She'd managed to dig up a half dozen shiny metal pieces, flat and round with a weird knob sticking out the backs, all matching beneath the layers of rust and grime. She'd curled up to play with her find, nudging the pieces along the ground between her forepaws in a made-up game just to occupy her mind. A sigh huffed out, sending frost and dirt billowing from her gameboard, but otherwise she showed no emotion but concentration. She was used to being alone, after all.