Redhawk Caldera Too cool for sküle

There were lots of wolf packs webbed together within these wilds. Her nostrils flared in disgust with every new scent -- or as Spectra would call it -- stench wavered, whether wanted or not, towards her. Winter's ferocious call had swept her away from the wilds in search of a pack. Her sturdy frame was thinner than that of a well-fed pack wolf, still the young loner was vital enough to travel from place to place to do some cherry picking; deciding only the best pack was good enough for her.

Spectra had left behind that arrogant demeanor for now. Today she would allow it to be a 'surprise-out-of-the-box' kind of thing. To experience and learn what these packs were like and find out of one of these would suit her; after all, giving away one's loyalty in exchange for food, shelter (and a family, but let's not get there), was a big exchange.

At the borders she remained, rather impatiently tiptoeing around like a young child with a chocolate in front of him, tempted to simply cross over. But she didn't, not this time. Perhaps a fierce, territorial Alpha Male -- with a sour mood (?) -- was more than she could bargain for today.