She had left the willows as someone claimed them, yet again chased away from a home. She long ago learned it was pointless to make a den when eventually she would just have to leave it. She had left silently like a ghost as the new pack had moved in, drifting to the gulley. It was peaceful here too but she couldn't hide like she had among the willows. She had loved it there, silently gliding through the willow forest, listening to the soft branches sway and rustle in the breeze.
It was a gloomy day, the sky darkened in the early morning the black clouds. Wind picked out warning of a rain the come. And when it did it was harsh. It was no sweet spring shower but a torrent storm of piercing cold needles and whipping wind. Her light colored fur was drenched in moments, turning the color of mud and clinging to her lithe frame. She did not bow her head to the storm, but kept it level and steady. Each step taking slowly, after all she had not place to go to. Bright green eyes were narrowed trying to see through the screen of rain infront of her. Her mind kept wondering to the red woman, was she ok now? How was her leg healing? And why did she feel compelled to wanting to see her again?