Upon waking, she found herself entranced by how the packlands looked in the sunlight. A smile touched her maw as she surveyed the lands around her, taking in the simple beauty. It was strange, to feel so safe in a place she'd never been in. Perhaps this had been her pack before? But she doubted it, if the leader didn't recognize her. Getting to her feet, the femme stretched, bowing low for her front legs, then arching her back and stretching each hind limb. A vigorous shake followed the movement, and she took a moment to scratch some itches on her hips.
Well...now what? A frown crossed her face before the wolf got to her feet and trotted through the packlands, nose to the ground as she sought out landmarks and other things. The scents that permeated the area had her keeping a mental tally of the pack strength. She could, after all tell the wolves by their urine. It appeared there were multiple other females, and males in the pack she had yet to meet. Spectre hoped that they would receive her without problems.. but their leader had marked her with his scent, so it should be allright, right?