Khione, a beautiful dispersal wolf, trotted along the gravelly path till she reached a clear lake which stretched out in a semicircle. it was so long she could not see where it led to, but on the other side, she saw a marvellous grassland. at the semicircle-lake's diameter, she could also see a huge valley.
Hesitantly, she dipped a paw in the lake, then plunged into it, swimming for the other side. When she emerged from the lake, her pelt dripping wet, she sniffed the air. the grassland was a beautiful place, but she smelled a wolf pack.
She put her nose to the ground and saw a speck of blood. Elk blood. the trail meant the elk was killed by multiple bites, and the bites were very weak.
Not a very strong pack.
Still, did she dare take the risk??
she walked to the killed elk and ate from it, then drank from the stream. She turned back to leave, then stopped.
She would risk it. With her belly full, she lay down under the nearest tree, worrying and trembling herself into a light sleep