Rising suns

She almost couldnt believe shed never been out this way. With the idea of leadership swimming around het brain it was hard to keep still. Voodoo felt like she had spent her whole life waiting for a wolf to guide her to a better future. She was young enough to turn it around. So as she crawled her way to the entrance of the caves she had the idea of scouting potential pack lands.

She wanted to be picky. As much as she loved the antinox she wanted lands that would be easy to defend against invaders but still provide food and shelter that was required. Imagining her own empire though made her smile. Walking further into the cave she stared up at a cluster of strange markings. A drawing of some sort? Het had tilted, it appeared to be a pack of wolves.