Swiftcurrent Creek up and down the rows of potted ferns

she's exhausted, having trekked over the mountains and almost immediately turned back, on the advice of the strange woman. but she'd been telling the truth—not that Cinnamon had doubted her—about where the pack lay. she wavered by their borders now, unsure of what, exactly to do. 

it became apparent fairly quickly that while the idea of a great adventure had appealed, and the pressure of her siblings had her step out from home gladly, she wasn't much of a roamer. she longed for stability; a place within a family, a group. she was a little averse to stopping at random borders, but it seemed she'd trust advice from random wolves easily. in any case, she'd made her decision, and thus howled for the leaders of this pack. 

@Kavik