Blacktail Deer Plateau If plan A doesn't work, the alphabet has 25 more letters

Aviana had been circling the territories around Redhawk Caldera, but the closest pack she found was the one that they might go to war with. She didn't think it would be fitting to join them. So, she headed north for a few days, taking her time and conserving her energy. She had no destination in mind, no endpoint, no real direction. She simply placed one paw in front of the other and looked ahead. 

The wind shifted and brought to her the scent of a pack. Ears perked, she looked to her right, a dense forest harboring the wolves that lived there. She changed her course, lazily heading in the direction of the borders. She stopped a good distance away, and tipped her muzzle up. The wind allowed her to inhale the scents without anyone fearing she was trespassing. 

There were many scents all mixed together, which meant it was a large pack. She knew if she wanted any information, she should probably howl, but she didn't really want to attract too much attention. So, instead, she sat back on her haunches, confident that such a strong border was being patrolled frequently and a wolf would happen upon her soon.