A place to call home (border acceptance)

It was a cloudy day as Mowanza padded, slowly and softly along in the wilderness. She was exhausted by her long journey so far. Suddenly she came to the edge of a forest and not far away, she could see a rocky ridge. Mowanza entered the forest cautiously and headed to wards the ridge, stopping just short of it, in front of a large tree. She sniffed the air and caught the scent of wolves, although in her exhausted state, she could not tell how far away they were. "At last I have found a pack. I can only hope that they are not as hostile as some of the other packs I have met on my journey." she said, thinking aloud to herself, sitting down slowly and looking around.

Mowanza let out a long howl which hung on the air for a moment, before being carried over the forest on the wind. She then stood up and dug a hollow in the ground right in the base of the tree. Mowanza then laid down slowly and curled right up into the base of the tree trunk to rest. She was listening out for any sounds at all. "Right let's see what happens." she thought to herself , once again looking round at the forest.