Whispers in the air

Morgan's could feel something rising up. There were many scents of wolves gathering g around the base of the mountian. Perhaps a new pack forming? One that might be a rival to the great pack. If anything but was happening, she wanted to know. Morgana was yet to prove herself to her pack, to the Alpha. She scampered silently down towards the gathering. The picked you the scent of a wolf that had been frequent around here and followed it. She would get all the information she could get. I'm a lone wolf. I know nothing of a pack. I'm a happy, caring and lovely wolf, Morgana thought to herself. She quickly rolled around in the dirt, to appear as a traveler. She approached the greyish- white fae with caution. She lopped off to the side. Wanting the she wolf to notice her first.