Heron Lake Plateau The Indie Queens are Waiting

Something about being a part of a pack felt kind of odd. Her brother had chosen to join a bunch of yearlings and they'd establish a heirarchy amongst themselves- she'd hoped to do the same sort of thing, and had come so close to doing so with Screech and Redshank- but instead, they'd been enveloped into the Redhawks pack. Not that she resented it, necessarily- but she wasn't entirely sure how she felt about being at the absolute bottom of the pecking order- but nor did she feel particularly inclined to climb the ranks by pleasing others, either. She didn't know what to do with herself so she did the only thing she'd been doing for some time anyway- she patrolled the borders that she, Screech and Redshank had already established, but which had now grown to accomodate a lot more wolves. 

She paused along the edge of the plateau when she finally caught sight of a heron, its white feathers reflecting the rosy sheen from the morning's sky. So that was what Screech was talking about when he mentioned seeing a tall bird; that was definitely not a partridge. This was probably a heron, or something like that. She sniffed, and uttered a soft chuff, which caused the tall bird to collect itself and then open its large, clean wings and take off, pulling its long legs close to its body though they trailed behind it like kite strings as it flew away. 

She supposed that at some point she'd be confronted by one of her new packmates, and she wasn't sure how they'd feel about her, Screech and Redshank...Though apparently these were Screech's people, so she harboured a small hope that they would accept her simply because she was backing up one of their own family members.