Silvertip Mountain Joining

Atari awoke covered in snow, she didn't mind to much but she was a little annoyed with it, nevertheless she trudged on. She looked up at the sky, it was light grey that type of grey when its going to drizzle or in this case snow. She huffed, the snow reminded her of the bitter cold days as a pup. She had gotten abandon by her own mother and left to die in the snow; Atari growled at the thought and walked faster, in a trot like manner. She started focusing on something else, she focused on the sound of the snow getting squashed under her paws as she took each step. She focused on what she would do when she got to the packs territory; what she would say; how she would act. Atari was looking for this pack her caretaker told her about before she left. Atari thought about this for a while. As the day dragged on it got colder, Atari could see her breath with every exhale. A shiver went down her spine and even down to her tail; she flicked her tail as the shiver reached it, as to rid her of the shiver. She didn't think it could be that cold, maybe it was just her. The sound of Atari's paws hitting the snow got faster, she started running in hopes to get rid of any future shivers.

It wasn't long before she halted to a stop, upon smelling a packs territory. Atari takes a few steps back out of respect. She fills her lungs with air ready to howl to the pack. She knows this is dangerous but she's willing to take her chances. Atari lets out a howl, hoping one of the packs leaders comes to meet her. She isn't a dominate wolf so she knows she wont appear as a threat to the other wolf, she lays down to relax and waits for the wolf.