Phoenix Maplewood butterfly in the storm

A delicate paw lifted, but then settled back down to the outer borders. Patience was not her virtue, but nor was invoking the wrath of a pack she had decided was as good as any to join. Pacing gently, the she-wolf cast her eyes back to the borders of the lands, waiting for someone to notice her – anyone.
 
It was possible it would not take them long. She had only been here a few for a few minutes, but the view from where she stood was beautiful, and she was eager to rest her weary head. Traveling had been hard on the usually immaculate Gaia – her fur was slightly disheveled, and her slender form was now lean in the beginning show of hunger. The life of a lone wolf had not settled well with her when she parted from her birth pack, and so she was quick to make the correct decision now – find a home, with wolves she could perhaps call familial.
 
The soft spring breeze ruffled her fur gently as the morning sun gleamed, causing the girl to exhale softly. They would come – and she would try to prove herself. And her days of wandering would be over.