Blacktail Deer Plateau turning tables

Kasatka had wandered the Wilderness with little luck of finding her family. So she had left, only to find what she had moved on from was gone too. Thinking that maybe they had come back here to find her, Kitten rerouted and returned. Thus far, her luck had not been the best but it wasn't something she fret over. She would turn it around in no time at all. Things could only go down for so long before it bounced back up again right? Now would be that time. 

But, to do that, she needed to find somewhere to live. Kitten had been nomadic and ran with packs off and on, but was looking for something more permanent. If she found her family, she could guide them to wherever it was she settled she figured. But loyalty was one of her core traits, and leaving each pack she had found had been difficult. Not something she hadn't let them know of in advance, but hard. Leaving new friends behind always was, and it just... wasn't something she wanted to keep doing. 

That in mind, it seemed too much of a coincidence that she would come upon freshly marked borders as she wandered that day. She was drawn to them like a beacon though knew better than to get too close lest she upset the wolves here. Some were more territorial than others. Kitten had learned that a lot of wolves went through hardships the season prior which made them that way, but others were that way to begin with and the events had made the trait increase tenfold. It was understandable, and Kasatka would hate to ruffle feathers. Anyway, back to the point—it felt like fate, finding this pack while she thought of all that. So why not explore it? 

Kasatka tilted her head and called for any who might have a moment to entertain her. First things first, Kitten wanted to be sure she was a good fit here... and that they thought the same.