Blackfeather Woods insane train

It had been about half an hour since Twist had been accepted into her new home. Very good, good. Twist needs home. New pack help Twist be good, better than Twist in old pack. She thought to herself, reminding herself of the reason her pack had sent her. To be logical. Ha! What need is logic, Twist can live fine without this logic. She thought as a grin slipped on her maw. Her black paws carried her through her dark new home. She was eager to meet someone new, a new packmate, and yet nervous what they would think of her. Would they see her as every other had? Laugh, laugh, think Twist is strange, different, strange. No! Twist will show pack, Twist is good wolf! She thought with satisfaction. They would see- she was normal, just like everyone else, nothing to be made fun of.