Dawnlark Plains Welcome to your new home

Skraeling followed close behind her new friend, trying to absorb the pack's scent through proximity. A pregnant female as he had said, plus a smattering of other yearlings. The rest were older, though Skraeling didn't think they had any geriatrics among them. Truth be told, she had never met a wolf older than her mother, who was going on five that year.

Hesitantly, she returned Sunny's smile, though hers was far less confident than his. She was still worried that the pack wouldn't like her, but Sunny seemed to think she'd be taken in stride.