Redtail Rise Follow the Leader

The femme had simply wandered.
Once she had achieved the escape she had longed for since a child, she had not know quite what to do with herself. She was free, no longer surrounded by walls, but with the absence of barriers there was simply a freedom so unimaginable she had no idea what to do next. She could hunt, but only the small thing-squirrels, voles, raccons. And there had never been any need to hunt to survive, for the meat that appeared daily in her simple, small home was more then enough to sustain her. Her paws were soft from many months of treading lightly on the same terrian, her body unmarked by scars.

Except one. Soon after her escape, the yellow tag in her ear had caught on a thicket. Frantic, she had tugged free with a brutal pull, resulting in both the tag and part of her ear leaving. Now it was shorter then it had been, but had healed well, which was good. Ayla was eager to be free like this, but she was at a great disadvantage. She had grown up with a small familiar pack in a wildlife sanctuary, though it was unknown to her, not all wolves acted like her disjointed family had. So when the howl rang out, Ayle discerened it to be a summoning. 

She paused, unsure. Should she approach? Perhaps it would be wiser to wait here. But her paws led her onward, over the rock that cut and stabbed her soft paw pads, until the grey woman was in her sights. She approached nervously, stopping and starting again a few times until she was about a meter from the female. She simply starred a moment in awe at this free, thin, scrappy wolf. This one had never known a cage like she, had never had to make a frantic escape for freedom. After a short silence, Ayla simply squeaked a small "Hello"