Lost Creek Hollow The Wind that Ruffled my Fur

(I will use first person from now on. I didn't know that I was supposed to stick with one person, so this will be my person, or shoud I say first wolf :3)

I woke up in the warm rays of dawn. I wanted  to join that pack. Now I knew that they were serious and protective, which I got excited about. Great dominance means a great pack. Other packs probably don't want to fight them. I grinned. I was going to be respectful this time. Howl and ask them to join. I was not going to go in their territory. Waiting would be my best option. I squinted my eyes. Ideas filled my head as how to gain their respect. Wait out of their territory for five days, howl to ask a wolf to come, be submissive, get a pack, a home, a family. I sighed knowing the plan might not work. I looked at an infected scratch I got from running from the territory and running into thorns. Then I looked at a scar from my neck to tail tip, got in a fight with another wolf. I may be wounded, or even die, yet I still need to try. 
"Five days start now." I grinned, excitement sparkling from my eyes.

(I actually will not post for five days, so I will not be anywhere near Lost Creek Hollow's territory/respond unless I need to respond urgently)