Big Salmon Lake But one thing will never change

Gladly thank you.

Amalia had walked for many moons, and then some suns, but that was neither here nor there. She was here now wasn't she, a place she didn't know, with wolves she didn't know. But it smelled good here, and there were plants and trees she could recognize. She had smelled the scent of other wolves on the wind, and she had stayed far from their borders, it was breeding season and whelping season, and she didn't want to get on the wrong end of an angry mother or father, ready to rip her hide up from one side down to the other. She was rather fond of her blue/black coat. 

Amalia was skirting along the sides of a pack, making sure to stay on her side of the borders, when a movement caught her eye. She tucked her tail and stopped motionless and just waited. She didn't wish to startle or alarm. She supposed she could give a small chuff of warning, but what good would that do. No, it was better to wait. So wait she did.