Swiftcurrent Creek death to los campesinos

@Akavir or @Arric or anyone else!

A chilly breeze swept through the valley when Pan arrived at the borders. The sun was close to dipping below the hills and cast the valley in a brilliant gold glow. She'd been tracking the scent of this pack for a few days now, following the twists and turns of the creek as it stretched far beyond her sight towards the distant mountains.

To say she was nervous was not quite right. Of course, she had not the faintest idea if this pack was friendly or not, but her fur prickled with anticipation, nay, almost excitement. Though ranging was fun, wanderlust always came with a side of loneliness, and to say she missed being part of a pack was an understatement. Taking a deep breath, Pan turned her nose to the sky and made her presence known, senses primed as she settled stiffly on her haunches to wait.