Moonspear I thought I saw the devil

She waited, and sniffed - and sniffed, and waited, but nothing presented itself to her. Nothing but the vague sense of being watched. She brushed it off as being nervous, though quickly realized this was not possible. She'd never been nervous to meet new wolves before. If anything, she was elated more than anything to see what secrets lay hidden behind the sacred divide between her and a pack. She frowned, lip pulled in a pout.

Hello? 'Nyone ou' 'ere? She called out as a last resort, though was thinking more and more of just up and leaving.