Blackfeather Woods Ghost of a Warrior

The long-legged white she-wolf sat a respectful distance from the borders, her sleek muscled figure stood among the grass. Whisper breathed in there scent, the scent that she had traveled far to be met by. She let out a howl, her voice was chilling but hauntingly beautiful. Her blazing amber eyes were like beacons among the mist, giving her a ghostly look. She took a step forwards, but only one, she wanted to be respectful to these wolves.

As she waited for the alpha to come, she stood and fixed her posture, straightening her neck and legs. She looked elegant and sweet, but she was a dark she-wolf with blood-lust for those who were disrespectful. Despite her size, she was a powerful killer with skill in combat. She swiped her tongue over her fangs once before the wolves arrived. She didn't want to fight them, but had to be prepared just in case.

Her thoughts ran like rabbits chasing each other. Would this be her pack? Would she finally have an alpha that she could prove herself to? Would the others respect her? She had many questions, but she silenced them and waited for a wolf to greet her at the borders. This was her time to seal her fate.