Ravensblood Forest the real kicker

Ellie padded silently through the forest by the sea, only vaguely aware of anything around her. She knew she was in a forest and that forests had trees in them, and that she was passing a lot of said trees. Other than that, her mind was quite blank and bored and quiet. She really had nowhere to be and nothing to do. She wasn't even hungry, which left hunting off the list of possible boredom-stoppers. She supposed she should join a pack, as that's what her impulses told her to do. But she hadn't met many wolves yet, and had no idea where the nearest pack was to begin with.

She caught the scent of another of her kind on the slight breeze and it took many moments before it registered in her brain. She stopped. The scent was... female, probably a pack wolf, as she carried the smells of others on her pelt. Ellie didn't know how to proceed from here. She had absolutely no reason to go tailing down some wolf she didn't know, and she wasn't one for conversation anyways. But the decision was made for her when she saw the red wolf up ahead. She sighed and moved forward, letting out a quiet chuff of greeting, waiting to see how this meeting would pan out.