Meadowlark Prairie i'm a ruin

Ty had wandered off from her home again, wandering south toward a pack she did not know. She had her eyes peeled for wolves—even those that were in packs—that she might be able to coerce to her cause. That, of course, was her main objective. She had felt better about it the past several days, gathering wolves where she could, collecting them like trinkets.

When her eyes fell upon yet another, she honed in on the figure and approached with no hesitation. "Hey there," she said, posture welcoming and friendly, "I'm Tytonidae Vasanta. You wouldn't happen to be looking for a pack, would ya?"