Lost Creek Hollow Tired and forgotten.

Wanda was now exhausted, she had tried many a pack now, and all seemed to not like her silly antics and dark sense of humour. Now willing to put up with anything, she came across a beautiful forest canopy area, although not the dark and shadows she was used to, she felt like she might be able to adjust to this. When reaching upon the border, she let out her third howl within the span of the long week. Sitting down on the feathery grass, she recited in her head what she would say, not wanting to freak them out or make another fatal error causing her to rejected yet again, or being chased away by a insane pregant bitch.