Hushed Willows In her defense, I'm a handful.

Sure, I'll join!

Gwen padded through the territory. Since joining Marauder's Keep she had spent a few hours getting to know the land and learning who everyone was, and where everything was located. Her white pelt shone in the daylight, making her seem almost mystical. It was a curious sight.

She continued to walk and explore when she came across another wolf. Stark was his name wasn't it? He was the alpha male, according to her knowledge, although he was one of the wolves she hadn't really met yet. She was unsure whether she should approach, not wanting to disturb his thoughts. So she stood awkwardly a little distance behind him, considering walking over and sitting down next to him. He seemed to be content just thinking, and Gwen almost turned and left him to it, but she didn't.
What am I doing? I'll just leave him in peace. She spoke to herself yet again in her mind. But still she didn't move.