Firefly Ravine I'd have a whole lot of love if it weren't so bitter.

The female stopped outside the borders, a respectable distance away and contemplated whether or not to howl. This was the first of the wolf packs she had come across after leaving the farm. The land was beautiful, clear streams and fresh air. She had become accustomed to the litter filled area of her childhood home with its stench.

She was unaware as to whether or not any of the wolves within this pack had problems with wolfdogs asking for admittance but if they did she would have to deal. She howled into the air, her voice loud enough to be heard for a mile or so.