The black girl's still young howl filled the late afternoon calm with a welcome melody. Upon leaving the Mountain of Dire, Klio Zariadus had been traveling a certain way, pulled by an unknown force. She knew she now stood about five paces outside the borders of a pack. Seeking the pack's leaders, she had howled for all she was forth, although her howl had been louder and stronger than she expected.
Now the yearling let her jaws close with an audible snap, ending her call. After wandering this place, which she now knew to be a giant forest called Relic Lore, on her own, the yearling was becoming lonely and wanted a pack of her own desperately. She had scented at least one other yearling here, and knew that she could fit in here. It was only a matter of making it inside.
The black girl's ears flicked around, digging for any hint in sound that the leaders might be nearby. Of course Klio wasn't exactly looking forward to meeting the leaders... Older wolves tended to scare her a little, and they were nothing if not intimidating. She would much rather be welcomed by someone her own age, but she couldn't afford to be picky, so she'd take what she was given.
A sudden pain on her rump made her whirl around indignantly, only to find a yellow and black bee flying away. It had stung her. With a little whimper, she snapped halfheartedly at it, and only caught it because it practically died right above her jaws. After failing to remove the stinger, she twitched uncomfortably and began to sniff about for anything that might help, even though she had no useful medicinal knowledge. Her short summer coat was both a blessing and a curse.