Lasenta trekked throughout the snow, her paws leaving gaping prints in the sparkling powder. The sun was peaking out from the clouds, turning the snow field around her into dazzling diamond sand. She smiled up to the sky; the sun was a sure sign of the spring. She could almost smell it on the way; the deep fragrance of grass growing, the pungent smell of honeysuckle. Her fur bristled as a wayward gust of wind tossed the fair flakes onto her tawny pelt. She felt them melt, soaking into her chocolate fur. Shivering, the smile slipped from her face; she couldn't go acting as if it was already spring. Though it was obviously close, winter was still upon them, holding the land in it's harsh grasp. She needed to find some food, and someplace to sleep. Of course, she didn't know whether any wolves had taken up residence already in these parts, and she didn't want to run into some angry broots. Well; there was an easy enough way to find out. Lifting her bronzing muzzle to the sky, Lasenta let out a rising song. It carried onto the wind; her wolf howl, breeching the distance of the snowbound mountain. Perhaps the wolves would respond; perhaps not. Either way, whoever lived here could not say she did not warn them of her presence. She perked her head as two harmonious howls intertwined with the dissipating echos of her questioning song.