Quote: @Minka @Tokino
Firefly maneuvered her way through the tall grasses and thorny bushes. She had been travelling for days looking for signs of other wolves. With winter approaching she had to find a pack or else she wouldn't survive. Fly just hoped that the first pack she ran into was welcoming.
Fly sniffed the air as she had been doing every few minutes. Once again she picked up the scent of some delicious smelling prey: deer, rabbits. She had to focus, though. If there was anything she had learned after losing her mother and brother it was that prey could wait. Finding other wolves was the priority now. She sniffed again and once again...wait. This time she caught the scent of another wolf. Of many other wolves, actually. She had to be approaching there territory. As the scent grew stronger, Fly stopped. She did not want to cross a scent marker and offend the pack. Instead she sat down where she was and howled, hoping the other wolves would hear her and come to their border.
Fly was nervous, but this was her only option. It wasn't even a bad option. This seemed like a wonderful territory with plenty of prey and good cover for protection. If the pack would accept her she could definitely make a good life for herself here. She just had to make a good first impression. Firefly sat up straight but lowered her head as she heard someone coming closer. She wanted to seem confident, but not disrespectful.