Spotting a small thin trail leading away and over the knoll her ears swiveled forward and her eyes grew intense. A small ball of nervousness began to form in Vel's throat, she's never been around other wolves than her family and Aunt Toralu. Her paws grew restless quickly as she continued to scope out the path, her size made her prey for larger wolves to push around and test out their strength on, however Louvel is determined to make a good name for herself in a pack, even if she can't find it. She padded her way over to the start of the path and peered down it which only made her stomach churn. She flattened her ears and lowered her tail and began to make her way down the small almost indistinguishable path, it was obvious no one had used this path for some time, small sprigs of dying plants covered patches of the path.
A soft gasp seeped from Louvel's mouth as her eyes fell upon the opening of the giant cave, her ears plastered against her small head and her tail curled up under her as she was flooded with the scents of many wolves, however they all shared a faint familiar scent, the pack's scent. She could smell the warm den, the crisp air that almost pushed her into the cave, but she refused the urge, the urge to enter into the large mouth of the den. She lowered herself to the ground, her undersides scraped the cold ground, "H-Hello?" Her voice only made her feel smaller, not to mention the scratchiness from not speaking to another creature for four days, "Is anyone here? I don't want to harm anyone." She called out into the deep darkness that seemingly drew her in, she wanted to explore the den so badly, however she huffed to herself and firmly planted her paws in the now thin blanket of snow.
[489 words here.]