Swiftcurrent Creek you left the light on

all welcome, but made for Lethe.

Well, here she was. Fox had somehow managed to stumble upon a pack that didn't seem to reject her (yet). Of course, all it took was time. And she had all the time in the world. Well, not really, but sometimes it felt that way. She'd only been alive a year and already she felt like she'd lived a thousand years. Perhaps it was some kind of terrible disorder meant to make her go insane by time passing by so slowly. Quite honestly, she wasn't sure. But it didn't matter. Today, she was on a mission. To Alderan. Just kidding, this isn't a long time ago in a galaxy far, far away.

Fox's real mission was to somehow get the attention of her brand-spanking new alpha and have a little chat. Y'know, so she could make sure she wasn't following around some kooky-head. Stopping in some arbitrary clearing near the creek, Fox lifted her muzzle to the sky on this fair-weather afternoon and called specifically for her alpha... whatever his/her name was. Funny that they didn't even know that about one another.