Silver Creek a wind in the door

Sunspot hummed to herself as she paced through the land, around the edges of a strange territory - large and grand, and smelling strongly of wolves.

She missed wolves. When her parents died, she'd mourned them, but her siblings had been there to keep her company. When her older siblings left, she'd been sad to see them go, but the kids still needed her guidance. When the kids all went away... well, here she was.

"Hello!" she barked, coming to a halt near one of the more heavily-scented parts of the border and peering into the trees. "Lonely hunter here! Anybody home?"

Feeling distinctly wrong-footed, Sunspot waited fon an audience. She'd never joined a pack before, and no one had ever tried to join hers during her reign as alpha. How had her parents handled joiners? She should've paid more attention.