Laren found herself her perch for the day. It was not far from the slightly over-hanging rock she'd been using as a kind of den. The rock she sat on now, really lying, though her head was up as she surveyed her surroundings. It had been quite a while since she'd been released, a relief really, though she was uncomfortable in the heat, preferring the cool of the light-coloured rocks she sat on during the day. She hunted mostly at dawn, and dusk, attacking small things, raccoons, rabbits, whatever she could catch without much effort. She would have preferred having her pack, hunting for deer.<br/><br/>She wasn't sure if there was a pack around, though she'd found no sign of a pack, no scent at all to indicate a pack marking out its territory. She put her head down across her paws, resting from the swim she'd taken after her morning hunt. There was a stream nearby she'd used, and she was drying quickly, her fur returning to its brilliant white and pure softness. She closed her eyes, resting comfortably where she was. She hadn't yet spotted anything worth worrying about, no predators, though she supposed that that there was always a chance that their territory was elsewhere.<br/><br/>She knew she'd wake if she heard anything, she was not heavy sleeper. She was disappointed to have been alone, released without her pack, wherever they were now. She had no idea where she was, but she knew that it was quite possible she'd be a lone wolf for a long time. Her pack had come across lone wolves before, scarred, ugly, dirty, hungry, but most of all, very good at avoiding the pack. Only once or twice had she ever seen one. She hated everything about them.