Firefly Ravine a taste of freedom

There wasn't much on the wicked female's mind as she scampered through the tangled mess of trees, carefully avoiding fallen branches and twigs that occasionally snapped under her weight. She let a lazy grunt escape her has she neared the edges of a pack, it's unfamiliar scent sending a sour expression onto her face. It hadn't been the first group of wolves she had come across during her travels and the female doubted this would be her last.

Her social life had not exactly been a great one and while a solitary life had never been a bother, as of recently the female had a pressing urge inside of her to join a pack once again. The unexplainable need to be with her kind bubbled within, and while she was certain there were far greater packs that would suit her better, the female was not particularly picky about who she spent her time with as long as they were mildly entertaining.

So with an overly dramatic huff, the she-devil lifted her head to call for whatever leaders had laid claim to this land. She sat then, and let her stubby tail curl tightly beside her hind leg while she zoned off into nothingness, waiting for the arrival of anyone willing to show.