Lost Creek Hollow Now they say we were never even saved

The arrival of foreign wolves and them settling down pretty close to the Bearclaw valley had not escaped Nunataq's attention. Nowadays, when she often spent her time outside home, dealing with loneliness in whatever ways her young mind could, very few things around the immediate area skipped her attention.

She had observed the comings and goings of these strangers for a while now, hidden in the yellowing grass, invisible from the rest, but only today did she dare to come closer than before. The myriad of scents that have been left along the borders were very alluring and soon she was standing on the brink of the claimed territory, sniffing intently the fresh marks left by others, analyzing every single detail, and then - without realizing that owner of it was not too far off - she weed all over it, leaving a message of her own.