Lone wanderer

Thespia looks into the cave, its empty, and warm. She heads inside to sleep.

Morning. Thespia stands and heads out to hunt.

Flametooth sees another wolf and decides to howl, hoping it will come. He spent most of his life wandering, at this point he didn't care if it attacked him or not.

Thespia glances over, then smiles. "Would you like to join Soulpack?"

Flametooth gazed into the wolf that was very kind. "Of course!"

Thespia smiled. "The land for the pack is so beautiful you would think it is the earths very soul, 'Heaven' 'Glamora' or even 'where Tor and Fenris lay waiting.'"
She leapt out of the cave and ran down the hill, her pack idea was a success, she was outcast no longer.

Flametooth ran after her, very excited. I can belong somewhere!