Meadowlark Prairie Sun Across the Sky

Mourning was tired, but she did not stop moving. Something pushed her onward, had been pushing her ever since leaving home, but what, she did not know. She caught the scent of two different packs on the breeze, and she wondered, was her place among them? Frowning slightly to herself, she pushed on, head held low. A stranger's scent, very fresh, filled her nostrils and she looked up to see a dark figure ahead. Not certain on what she wanted to do yet, she remained silent, watching the other.