Sunbeam Lair narrow stairs

It was with surprise that Menta stumbled upon the marking scents of Ryūjin, although her intent for a while now had been to find a pack. First the markings were spotty enough to label it a grey area, perhaps not quite trespassing but well traveled by the same group of wolves, and it piqued the cream wolf's interest. A wolf pack, settling in or around here? As the markings became more clustered and obvious, so the lone wolf's interest level and guard rose. She was well aware that the wind was in the pack's favor, that her own scent could easily be picked up, and yet the markings were currently all she had to go off on.

Young. Healthy. But the same small number of wolves, over and over. Whether by choice or necessity, she didn't know, but it gave hope that they would be willing to consider adding another hunter into their numbers. Menta's eyes finally found and focused on the lair as she cautiously stepped closer with her nose close to the ground. There was no mistaking that this was their home, and while Menta had no personal experience with joining a pack, the wolf knew she was well within the range where anyone from her birth pack would have chased off unwanted intruders. That's enough, she thought definitively, as if her paws hadn't already stopped their forward march.