Waning Morning

Morning had yet to break over the horizon, the only sign of the sun was a pinkish glow bleeding into the night sky. Clouds hung thing in the unusually warm morning and if Maeva was not mistaken it was going to be a stormy day but hopefully she could complete her goal here and get on her way before all hell broke loose. The warrior woman paced along the unfamiliar pack border. The gears in her head were turning as she took in the various scents, trying to gage the pack size as well as its nature. Truly though the only way to learn of a pack was to call and with little luck talking to loners the wayward mother had decided to go to the larger packs in search of information. Tipping back her head she howled for anyone in the pack to come and speak with her.

"Speech"