Porcupine Ridge The Last Stop

This was the last stop. Kelina had tried most packs, all others were full. She wandered to the packs borders, her head low, as she had pretty much given up. She didn't know how it happened, but somehow she had gone from dangerous murderer to one of the weakest Lone Wolves. The wound on her back was burning, but she knew it wasn't fatal. She sat outside and licked it, before howling to the pack.