Silver Creek Let's get it percolatin', while you're waitin'

Sunspot was also marking the borders, as she was intent on earning her keep in this pack. So far, she hadn't run into too many of her packmates, but that would surely change in time! For now, she just had to show that she was worth meeting.

So she scent-marked, lifting her leg instead of squatting simply because that was what she'd been taught. The sudden call of a stranger caused her to stumble for a moment, but soon enough, she was bounding toward the call, her pale plume of a tail flagging automatically as the stranger's scent reached her nostrils. This was no Silver Creek wolf!

"Hello, young stranger!" she greeted, her delight at meeting him exaggerated by her genial nature.