Freshly accepted into the ranks of Oak Tree Bend, Spieden had spent the latter part of her afternoon exploring the territory she was now free to walk through. Free. It was a different type of freedom than she had been used to, allowed to wander as she pleased through the well marked borders. She even deemed to occasionally leave behind some of her own scent. She had been putting off returning to the den for the night, unsure of how she would get along with the others or where she was supposed to sleep. Her old pack had made her sleep in the mud on the riverbank, which surely couldn't be the case here among wolves more civilized. As she neared the den, the sound of the creek tickled her ears and she could see the namesake oak taking up the center of a clearing. Like a bird with its wings outstretched the old tree reached its tall branches up into the star studded blanket of the sky, which she paused briefly to appreciate with a small smile.
Her eyes fell on the rocky slope at the edge of the clearing, which she gingerly walked towards. Soft, snoozing sounds emerged from the dark den dug beneath. Spieden paused at its entrance, unsure if she should enter. She hadn't met anyone but the leader yet, and while they had brushed their own scent across her fur, she figured it wouldn't turn out well for someone to wake up next to a virtual stranger in their den. Spieden turned from the den and walked back towards the great oak, where she curled up cradled between its thick roots. It wouldn't kill her to spend one more night alone.