Stone Circle I'm too young to go to jail

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Dianne really didn't want to do this. She'd already done it once before, and she hated it then. Wolves were awful creatures worthy only of her hatred. It wasn't worth putting her trust in any that seemed-half decent. But unfortunately, like last winter, she was small, inexperienced, and alone. Though less so now, those descriptors were still accurate. Her hunting had improved out of necessity, but the learning curve still left her famished. She could've had a wolf from the previous pack she occupied mentor her, but she loathed the idea of seeking out a wolf for assistance.

Now, winter was returning, and she wasn't foolish enough to believe her chances of surviving were good on her own. She was famished enough as it was. Sighing, Dianne approached the pack's border, having picked it simply because it was closest to her. It would be a temporary arrangement, and she wouldn't feel any attachment to anyone. Once the weather warmed and the snow melted, she'd be gone. She could tolerate it that long. Tilting her head back, Dianne howled to make her presence known. Now, she waited.