It was hard to see what the landscape would look like once the snows melted, but in her minds eye she saw rolling green plains, so different to the dense forest of her birth and lush green segments of forest, which seemed to sing to her heart. She had no idea where this strange force was pulling her, but she could hear her grandmother telling her to trust in the ground beneath her paws and the trees that were almost embracing her in welcome. She felt more at peace than she had in days, and yet it pulled her onward like an excited pup. <i>You have to see!</i> it almost begged.
And so she dragged her exhausted and bedraggled frame upwards, to continue to follow this strange sensation. Her tawny fur was matted on the backs of her legs and tail, her frame, although disguised by her substantial coat was thin from lack of decent prey. She could hear and smell the deer ghosting through the trees behind her but barely acknowledged them beyond a casual flick of her ear, she didn't have the energy to waste on anything less than a sure thing.
As the pull became stronger, scents began to pass her nostrils and register in her brain. Wolves. There was a pack that lived here. She was both apprehensive and excited at the same time... This was where the pull was bringing her, but would they have her? Only one way to find out the worn wolf pushed her apprehension aside, tilting back her head she let out a long howl, begging someone, anyone to investigate the stranger on their borders.</blockquote>