(IC Joining) An End to the Journey

After many long nights of following the small Creek, Stream finally picked up a scent to the east of the Creek. Though her limbs were tired, her excitement gave her body new energy and she darted towards the new scent coming to a quick stop once she reached the scent marker. Her warm brown eyes scanned the territory in front of her, looking for signs of other wolves. Stream knew that being alone was never a good thing for a wolf. Wolves belonged in packs, and perhaps she had finally found hers tonight.