Lost Creek Hollow The Wind that Ruffled my Fur

(A follow-up on my first thread)


Ravensky stomped through the forest with unease. She still was going to find that pack. The other day when she though she met a wolf, it wasn't one. Her fur was ruffled as she though she was going to be attacked but no wolf ever even appeared. It was the wind she thought that day as she padded on. Now Ravensky was here, alone, in the forest without a clue where she was going. She sniffed the air picking up the traces of a border marker. She grunted and ran strait into the territory. She did smell wolves not that far away and that was what kept her going. Finally, she reached a hollow full of wolves.
"Take me to your leader please," I said , "I would like to join your pack."