I've been rooting for Voldemort, Vader, and The Joker
She'd been tracking the scent for what felt like days. It had been less than a day of course, coming across a late stage of the trail by accident, and she knew that she would have to call for the rest of them soon. Part of her worried that she would not be able to pull off gathering the pack for a hunt but she knew she had to calm the everlasting fear. Nevertheless her search led her forward as she crept silently through the trees, careful to avoid loud noises with the forest floor. When she was sure of her target's location, just in the clearing in the river, she would retreat and raise a call for the pack to join her in the mighty hunt against the beasts. The stag would fall.
She would hope for the others to arrive, for food was one thing that many would not pass up, and that she would be allowed to somehow prove to the entire pack she belonged. She felt distant, terribly so, that she had been keeping away from the others wolves. Perhaps it was just the shyness of meeting new wolves that had gotten to her. She had especially avoided the pups because she knew that the others would be weary to let a complete stranger, packmate or not, around the youngest of the pack. Oi, I hope I can pull this off. She would silently prey as she awaited the others to arrive. A small panic gripped her mind though it did not change her patient lookout. She could do this.