Horizon Ridge hum drum

Thistle cloud was now 2 years old. She didn't feel any older and she wasn't yet in season for which she was happy for, because in that case she could easily answer the call of a fellow pack mate that sounded male. She too had been bored of late and was in dire need of something to do. Her mind was occupied with many things, one such thing was whether or not she was going to find a mate this year. She of course realized that she was still young, but the words that the Gamma had spoken had struck a chord in the young femmes heart strings.

Soon enough she came upon the other wolf a male of her pack and she smiled while averting her eyes and wagging her tail. "Hello I'm Thistle Cloud. You called?