A lone wolf stops to think.

Thespia stops when she reaches a large hill, shes on the Moonpack territory now.
She sniffs the air and settles on the grass to think.
Im old enough to catch prey, old enough to make a living, although I long for a mate, I was hoping to find that comfort in the pack, but the betrayel they have commited to me.... She shifts restlessly and looks to the sky. I cannot bare to live alone,
She spots wolves gathering in the distance.
But not them, not yet.

So she continues on, to find a place to sleep.

Shadow apears from the dark. Who are you? Why are you on our territory?