Moonspear New grounds, New Life

Pacing the cave wall, the lone wolf thinks and worries. Its been about a day, no one has come, and its dangerous to hunt on other's claims. Its punishable by death for trespassing as it is...and as of right now, she was a trespasser. 
She huffs in frustration, not liking the possible outcome of her situation. She travels to the back of the small cave that was probably used as a den once before. It smells strongly of others, giving her the urge to respectfully leave the ground. Giving into the urge, she begins to return back to the mouth of the cave.

The cave mouth was slightly hidden from the outside, from the weather at least. Its was cloudy today, making the atmosphere seem a bit colder then t really was, and the dark snarl did not help. The hairs on the back of her neck stand up, causing her to stiffen. This could possibly be her demise. 

Boldly, but cautiously she walks out the cave to see a black lean wolf. She couldn't help the words that rushed out her mouth. I mean no trouble, are you from the pack of this territory?