The newest wolf of the Cove did not dive into socializing. She spent the night by herself as far away from every as she could while still being in the borders. There was a fallen tree that had served as a barrier against the night winds. Granted she still had awoken with a dusting of snow. She would have likely stayed asleep had the morning light not have broken through the clouds to shine on her. It was obnoxious, really. The large female had curled up tighter and squeezed her eyes shut. Although after a few minutes it became obvious she was not going to be falling back asleep soon.
Disgruntled and displeased she pulled away from the indented spot of snow. Her pace was slow, sluggish and ungraceful as she trudged along the borders. It had only been day one and she was feeling like she had gotten the short end of a deal she had made herself.