The Butterfly

Aine had just recently joined the pack. Scaling the mountainside, she searched for a place adequate to be her den, or even a place good enough to make her den. That was the priority, but she silently hoped to find a pack member other than the alpha, the one that had excepted her into the pack, though Pump would be a familiar face to see.

Humming a song to herself, she padded through the forest floor, inspecting every little leaf, grumbling and shaking her head when she would stop to examine something.