Swiftcurrent Creek the nights were mainly made for saying things you can't say tomorrow day

she wondered how long, exactly, the pack had been here; hardly near enough to be considered any sort of threat or near neighbour, but too not far enough to go unnoticed for as long as it had. her brow furrowed once as she peered through the trees, a fair distance back from the markers that revealed little about hos long the pack had been here. perhaps a few weeks, perhaps a few months; she was willing to bet on the former, but didn't particularly care. 

muzzle tilted upward to let fly a summons to an inhabitant of this place, be it leader or ranking member. she merely wanted to trade information, to learn where this pack ranked on their scale of allies.