Phoenix Maplewood let the rain fall down

Chosovi had traveled for quite a bit up until arriving before the Maplewood. And as it was the first pack she had come across, and she was exhausted and not at all suited for life as a lone wolf, she stopped upon the very first whiff of pack. Her tail waved meekly behind her, and she paced slowly at the borders. She did not know proper protocol, but it seemed foolish to howl at their borders. Chosovi hadn't much to contribute other than the typical skills a wolf knew... she could only promise productivity and loyalty, and hoped it was enough. Her lack of talent had never done her any favors before, but it never had to, either; she had always lived among family and they asked nothing of her but that she pull her weight.

She stopped her pacing, not wanting to seem crazed by whoever found her, and simply began walking while keeping a respectable distance away from the borders so that she could be seen.