The Sunspire I'm an optimist of the most dangerous kind

ic joining/ all welcome @Ferdie Von Pelt

The peak was now familiar to her, in more than one way. Kipling had already been acquainted with a few of it's inhabitants, some she was more fond of than others. It was for that reason that she stared up at the sharp slopes of the Sunspire from a safe distance. Enough so that she didn't press the borders with a challenge, in fact she was clear out of the territory, but her presence was there and the option to traipse inside the veil of the mountain was only a few leaps West.

The mark she'd been given on her right hock, the first time she'd attempted to trespass, barely stung now (healing up fine on its own) but it served to remind her not be too ambitious.

Instead of charging in, which in truth had been a bad approach from the start, she wasn't quite sure how to knock. She'd never attempted to live in a pack with strangers, everyone had some sort of familial tie in the homes she previously shared. Contemplating what she might bargain with or even greet the wolves with for that matter, Kipling's lips parted with a howl stirring in her throat. A moment later her head tilted back, the call whirling free from her jaw into the air.

When finished, the night grew silent, and Kipling lowered her head again, the she-wolf anxiously tucking her tail between her legs. Whoever happened to show up, if anyone at all, she silently prayed that it wouldn't be that scrawny dingus that had chased her off a few days prior.