Lion Head Mesa you gotta be

i think there's one spot left?

Older, but only a little. Wiser, but only a little.

Diantha had always been a bit of a wild child, and her fleeting time wherever she went was always brief. This year, however, she knew the stakes. She knew that she would need the protection and safety of a pack. A large one, preferably. One that was less likely to disperse. Perhaps one with a lonely, powerful man who needed somebody to warm his bed.

The girl preened her fur, making sure each tuft was in the right spot. She widened her eyes and shrunk herself to appear more delicate, dainty. She was already small, so that bit wasn't too difficult.

Then, when she felt she had set herself up perfectly, she called out sweetly. She was but an innocent young woman looking for a place of safety.