Rough around the edges (joining)

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Thistle strode from the den stretching out her legs. Leaning forward her, she stretched out her back, much like a cat would. Licking her muzzle, her breath came out with a soft sigh. Her breath frosty in the cool air.

She looked around hoping to perhaps catch a small morning snack, before her trip around. It was not spring yet, but it was getting warmer slowly. And there were a few more animals out and a bout, than there had been. She sniffed at the ground, and finding nothing, she headed towards the borders.

She took her position seriously, she was extremely pleased to be the leader of the bay. Granted she wished her husband would step back up. However, she was slowly becoming used to it. Soon enough, she might not even notice his absence as leader. He was still among them, just not in a leader capacity. As she walked a smell came to her nose, a new wolf. She increased her speed, a soft growl in her throat. She quieted it as she saw the she wolf standing at their borders, she wasn't across them. She went towards her and stood for a moment. What brings you to our borders? Her tail was up above her back, and her head held high as she stood waiting for an answer.