A wolf named Belladonna

Erika peered into the darkness of the tunnel. Her nose twitched as she sniffed for the scent of her packmates. She had to go introduce herself to her pack soon, if they didn't run away from her face that is. The black wolf flicked an ear to Tyrande, who had admitted she was the black sheep of the pack. "If you are ze black sheep, zen what does zat make me?" she chuckled. "Zere's nothing wrong with being distant with your pack. At least you do it out of choice, not necessity."

The marred wolf looked back at the dark tunnel. "Non, I do not zink I will den in 'ere. It iz too far away from ze light and fresh air. I will try somewhere else."