Every few steps she took, a painful sensation would pierce her pads. She examined her paw and the littered soil of silvery sharp materials. How she had wondered into this strange plateau remained a mystery in her mind. She had promised herself a short walk to clear her troubling thoughts and as always she got carried away. Now that she had reached adulthood she wasn't exactly sure where she wanted her life to go. It seemed everyone was leaving to either join a pack or to wander off and never to be seen again. Although she had met up with a dearly missed friend earlier in the winter, a part of her felt incomplete, empty and lonely. She didn't know if this was a feeling she was supposed to feel.
She briefly looked up from her slowly traveling paws, finding a pelt of white in the distance. Her mind knew of one soul with alabaster fur although she highly doubted this would be the same wolf. Out of curiosity and light boredom, she found herself swiftly creeping closer to him until there were a few strides in their distance apart. For a few moments she trekked silently behind him. He might have been able to pick up her scent, however, not matter how older she was, her paws could not escape their clumsy ways. Her gaze did not see the rather large piece of silvery material (an armour chest plate) jutting out from the ground. Her forepaw hit it with a metallic clang, giving away her position.
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