Phoenix Maplewood The greatest adventure is what lies ahead

She was very lost, very afraid, and very unsure of herself.

She had come from the north, knowing very little of the area she was coming into, and was terrified of all of the new sights and smells. All she wanted was to be safer than where she came from. Life's hard for a wolf little older than a pup without a family.

There was only one thing she was certain of. My name is Millet. Her identity was the only thing she could be certain of in a world of threats and unknown intentions.

She had been in a bit of a panic, a detached trance, as she padded through the grassy plains and creeks, but now that she was under the cover of forest, she felt a bit safer, less exposed, and took an opportunity to compose herself. She had about two seconds of relief until she caught a scent of a nearby wolf, and then instantly became rigid once more.

Millet froze, unsure if she should approach. She knew it'd only be a matter of time until the other wolf caught wind of her. She just hoped to the stars that they were friendly.