Tonight the peculiar colored she-wolf was roaming through the unclaimed portion of the woods. She was well aware that there was a section that belonged to the quiet lion and Frost and she made sure she wasn't near either territory. Grey-paws barely left prints in the dirt below as she happily ran, stretching her limbs, allowing herself this moment of freedom. She was not running away from anyone or anything. She was simply enjoying the feeling of her limbs snapping, her heartbeat racing, the wind tearing through her thick dark fur, while he nose was assaulted by various strange scents. Her sub-species was built to endure a long run, she did not need to slow or stop for any felines to keep up with her. But the she-wolf could not run forever, she had to stop. Eventually she would find herself coming up along a river. Slowing down to a walk she came up against the water source, grateful to have a drink. Bending her dial down she happily lapped up the water taking in her fill underneath the moonlight. As soon as she had her fill she headed over towards a tree that stood near the creek, the lupine happily throwing herself to the ground, allowing herself to rest before she went out once again.