The sun was low in the sky, just rising from its sleeping bed where it rested the night before. It threw many rays of sunlight across the land, in between the trees and dripping down the sides of the ledges that dwelled upon the borders. A small forest lied just by these leages, part of the border to the pack terra they lies within, the one that a certain fae wishes to join.

Tiger Lily crept into the borders, her light pink paw pads making no sound upon the earth that was bountyful in crusty mud and fallen leaves and twigs. A small squirrel was burrowing to find nuts in the earth at the foot of a tree. It shiny, black beady eyes wary of all its surroundings, its senses heightened, watching for any predator that may be lurking near. Despite this, the squirrel had not yet noticed the slender fae slyly sneaking by. Tiger Lily was not intending to hunt the squirrel tohugh, she was merely trying to get past without disturbing the squirrel, she didn't like to cause panic unesseccerily.(sp?)

Tiger Lily's coat was dappled with a pale sunlight, reflecting from the many shades of browns and creams that her pelt beholds. Her amber orbs keeping a lookout for any sign of any other wolf, in life you always had to keep an orb out for any sign of danger, for the main thing in life is survival.

A wind was blowing against Tiger Lily's body so this carried any scent of an approaching wolf to her, a natural aid to survival. Tiger Lily's senses are hightened just like the squirrel's that she passed not long ago. But maybe her senses might fail like the squirrel's did.

Tiger Lily stopped in her tracks and threw back her maw andf let out a melodic, feminine howl that echoed through the lands.