Lost Creek Hollow The Wind that Ruffled my Fur

It was five days since I was chased out of their territory. Night covered the land like a secret, mysterious and unknown. I looked around and inhaled. This is my chance to get a home. Last time I got thorn scratches, but this time I may be killed if I don't enter right. I thought sadly. I was going to do this right and will be accepted this time. With a quick sigh, I inhaled sharply and let out a long, low, and strong howl asking wolves to meet me here. I hoped this would be submissive enough and waited, my black pelt a smudge in the shadows. My green eyes blazed like fire. This was my only hope, otherwise I could die of injuries or starvation. I ate only three pieces of prey during the five days and hunger pangs bit at my stomach like burrs on a pelt. This could be my last day...