Final Resting Place [IC Joining]

Gwynevere stood at the base of the mountain. The scent of a small pack meandered down towards her on a breeze and she breathed in the smell, trying to discern how many might be up there. In the end it was hopeless. All the scents were tying into each other, and it's not as if the number really mattered anyways. All she needed was a place to lay her head down at night and take her poppy seeds without anyone telling her to stop.

She howled into the evening air, hoping they would come down all the way to meet her. Her leg was killing her just then and she wasn't sure she'd be able to climb very far at the moment. Suddenly feeling tired, she lay down to wait. She wasn't sure if they would even let her join. She was, after all, old, disabled, and could be quite grumpy at times. She decided right then that she would try to be nice this once, for the sake of being able to call this mountain home. The trek through those trees would give her some good exercise, she knew. And besides, she secretly missed the company of other wolves, even if she would never admit it.