Nova Peak You are a warrior

Katora continued in her path south as far as her legs would take her.  She had not yet run into another packs territory, taking great care to skirt around any she smelled.  She was in no condition mentally or physically to take on a full pack's ire at the moment.  

Though sadness still coursed within her after what had happened to her pack, she tried to continue to live for their sake.  She knew that she was strong and a skilled hunter.  She never liked leading a hunt but she was nevertheless an asset in a group.  The problem was, she was still deep enough in sorrow that most of her brain mentally rebelled at the idea of finding a new pack.  Replace her family?  So soon after they had died?  The concept was unthinkable, and yet.  

She smelled the lone wolf before she happened upon her mark on the tree.  From the scent she could tell that this wolf was, in fact, alone.  Setting up a scent border by yourself was very gutsy, in Katora's mind anyway.  Where she was from, you dared not mark anything unless you had a strong pack behind you.  Borders were constantly being tested and it was only because she'd left her pack's home so soon after their deaths that she had escaped being killed.  Of that fact, Katora was assured.  

Katora tilted her head back and gave an undulating howl of greeting.  She tried to make it sound as non-threatening as possible.