All around these strange new lands, the ebony wraith had been exploring. Starting on the western end, she was slowly, but surely, moving eastward, hitting various territories and exploring. It was very apparent that several packs claimed their homes here, as the smells of their distinct marks filled her nostrils with distain and pity. The loner was still uneasy about joining yet another pack, as her previous four had fallen apart all but because of her.
The night was Nantale’s favorite time, and as she causally strolled onward, the cover of the darkness was like a snug blanket against her fur. Only the soft crunching beneath her paws could be heard. Every so often a bug would chirp or a stick in the distance would break, but the female was none too worried. Darkness was for her.
However, she slowed her casual pace to that of a snail as she approached what, according to her nose, was some presence, somewhere close by. A claimed land was rather close by, so instead, she stopped, and peered off into the distance, attempting to figure out what creature lay nearby.