Blackfeather Woods Seeking Family In Ruin.

Feathering grass prickled the pads of Wanda's paws as she approached the border inquisitively, a crow flew overhead above, she studied it's flight pattern, watching as it would take one flap of it's wings to glide onwards until needing to maintain flight one again. She wondered what it would be like to fly. 
Sensing she was at the borders, she let out a howl, calling any potential members or even the alpha. She hadn't howled in a while, so it was high and eerie, sound more like a feline's scream. Wanda then padded back and forth, pacing. Her mind was racing, many thoughts swirled through her mind, this pack seemed perfect for her, she was anticipating their opinion on her status of mind.