Phoenix Maplewood Anyone Home?

Brynn had been exploring non-stop since yesterday. There were so many different areas to explore. She had been paying attention to scent markers and other indications of pack lands, careful not to trespass anywhere for fear of causing trouble. She may want to join a pack at some point and did not want to get off on the wrong foot with any of the packs in the area. 

In this particular area, Brynn noticed a few old scents of unfamiliar wolves here and there, but nothing indicated that this land belonged to a pack. Good. She was feeling a little anxious right now, and the last thing she needed was to unknowingly wander into a pack's territory. She did not need to get wounded in a strange land where she had no friends. But, that was not a new concept for Brynn. Se had been a lone wolf for over a year now. It had been lonely, but it had also been safe. It was better this way. 

She caught the fresh scent of a strange wolf and froze. Shit. She was sure this land didn't bear the markers of claimed territory. She listened intently to the birds and the wind, searching for a sound that would help her visualize the wolf that belonged to this scent. She saw him a distance away. She stayed frozen, tail down but not tucked, ears forward and pricked, trying to remain alert but neutral and non-aggressive. She thought about saying something, but then decided against it. He might be alerted to her presence soon, and she did not want to come off as pushy.