Broken Boulder my head's above the rain and roses

Mira had watched quietly from the treeline as their leader strode towards the large rock, her head tilted to the side with interest. Her last pack, a year ago, had made announcements in such a fashion. She presumed he would do the same and began padding towards the area.

Sure enough, his howl broke through the crisp air, claiming and affirming that this land belonged to them. The fae could not help but grin as wolves broke through the underbrush with joy, some leaping upon eachother, to join his mirthful song. Her own call joined in with the others, mixing with their voices.

Perhaps this could end up feeling like home.