The Sentinels In this burning house

Reginae walked slowly around the territory, taking in all the scents and sounds. She was new to the pack, and to the land, which made her a bit anxious. She soon sat down, wondering what a pack life will be like, wondering if she will find many friends along the way. She layed down and licked her leg, where not long ago had the jaws of a wolf from the Teekon Wilds clung to. Her pale fawn fur bristled at the thought of meeting those two wolves again, wondering if she would have to face them. While she knew she would have to put the past behind her for her new pack, though she would never forget their voices, and how they tried to kill her. Too much seemed to be in her mind, she seemed strange as she would mumble to herself, which Reginae never seemed to notice. Being isolated for so long had taken a great toll on the she-wolf and could have ruined her chace at getting into a pack at all, but finding these new wolves that would be willing to have her gave her a chance made her feel like not all of the wolves here were murderous. She then looked around at the trees, listening as someone was stirring not far from her.