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@Wraen

Ever since Chanel's adventurous spirit had torn her away from her parents and the far far mountains, she had wandered, somewhat aimlessly, from place to place. She had yet to find a location that felt like it could be home- she would stay in a location for perhaps a week or two, but soon she would move on, still in search of a home. She had encountered mild conflicts, and yet, as was her nature, she avoided trouble as much as possible. Therefore the journey to the land where she was now had not especially roughed her up.
However, with the consistent travel and the need to hunt for herself without a family to assist her, she had noticed her weight loss. She wasn't starving, no where near that- but each time she checked her reflection in a lake, she noticed her skin sticking more tightly to her bones in a way she had never seen before. She had grown up spoiled and had always had a comfortable amount of weight on her. And though her weight was probably completely normal for wolves who weren't as coddled as her, to Chanel, it was a sign of struggle. 
At present, she was walking slowly through the land, until her nose caught scent of a wolf. No- not just one- it was the scents of several, all mixed together. Her fur spiked up for a moment in nervousness, wondering if she was about to be ambushed, wondering if the pack was aggressive to trespassers. However, a thought struck her as she considered her situation. I'm losing weight rapidly... I wonder if these individuals are friendly or not... is it worth it? To try and talk to them? Being a member of a group probably means less struggle for me. That would give me a place to call home as well... So, she contemplated for a moment. Then, after some hesitation, she threw her head back and let a howl break the cold, silent air, in hopes of meeting a kind and welcoming stranger.