Hideaway Strath A Newcomer

The wolf raised her muzzle to the sky. The scent of many different wolves filled the air, mixing in with the natural scent of the land. She lowered her muzzle to look ahead. With each and every paw step, the smell got stronger. She knew that a pack must live here. That was was the only reasonable answer to this. Luckily, she had been wanting to join a pack for some time. It was hard being a lone wolf.  It was really hard to catch anything to eat and it often got lonely. A single, short sigh escaped her muzzle.
'This must be the border.'
Syrrith paced along it for a minute or two and after seeing no one, she sat down. The muzzle was raised to the sky once more. A long drawn out howl pierced the air. Syrrith asked for somebody to meet her at the border, preferably the leader, politely.

"Speech" 'Thoughts'