Rough around the edges (joining)

Oh ..crap; the feeling of an empty stomach pushed her closer to the edge of civilization where the scent of wolves became much stronger. Scent? It was rather a murderous scent that she devoured with much disgust, but it was either that -- or starving to death. The prime instinct of mere survival was stronger than her dislike of common pack life, a lifestyle that she had sworn to say adieu to the moment she left her parents to move off to something much greater. Potential dreams and great ambitions did not energize her body so that she could live another day.

With winter's fierce breath food was hard to come by for any pack but especially lone wolves. She had seen a dead carcass or two for wolves who were too stubborn to accept a pack. Or perhaps they tried and died trying. With a grimacing face of disgust, she momentarily toyed with the idea how she would look like as a dead woman. Then, she wondered if she could haunt everyone just for shits and giggles, she'd be a good jester.

The moment she stood at the borders she ironed her face into a neutral, much more forced-friendly expression. Her tail was forced between her thighs and her head was kept respectfully low -- even if there was no one around. It wouldn't be too long before her scent -- or her stench -- would sweep around the territory. She'd try pack life; if they'd let her in. Who knows, Spectra thought to herself and ended with a funny thought; she might even enjoy it.