Redhawk Caldera Lonely Beauty

Zicorro padded slowly across the plains. She was thinking about her future. She needed a mate. But who would be her mate. she pondered, thinking about having pups, and maybe having a pack. She sighed, putting her head down in sorrow. She was so lonely. As a new member of her pack, she didn't know anybody around her. She lifted up her head and howled, beckoning any wolf to come over.
         She howled for a long time, putting every lonely and sad feeling into it. It made her feel a little better, but didn't fully mend her heart. She was a gentle wolf, and wouldn't hurt a thing. So why was everybody ignoring her? She layed down, and howled again. Howling as loud as she could, she felt her sorrow drifting away.