the cream-colored girl padded out from the makeshift den she deemed not final, for she was sure she could find a better place. there wasn't actually anything else in the area that was really different from where she rested for now, for these woods seemed to be gloomy to the extreme, anyway. it wasn't as if her life had been filled with sunshine and rainbows— well, it had been before she had came here, but the thing was that she was a wanderer. an explorer. an wolfess who loved being in, living in diverse situations.

sabrina's slim paws carried her through the looming tree trunks, content to find a place where a beam of sunlight was present. at the edge of pack territory, maybe. she could do border patrol while she saw an overview of blackfeather woods, or perhaps she could meet one or two packmates if they were present.