vandals

Aralanne observed the rock before her, attempting to make sense of the marks across it. What kind of creature left those? They certainly did not look very cat-like, nor would a bear leave such marks. She couldn't quite come to a conclusion. This was a mystery and the girl just loved mysteries. If anyone would leave a mark somewhere, it would serve only one purpose: to communicate something to those who come across it. This just posed another question in her mind: what do they mean? Perhaps they were saying "Stay away!" or maybe they were names of pack members? But then again that seemed impossible! Could a wolf leave these kind of marks? Her inner conversation ceased as the wind carried an unfamiliar scent of another wolf. Her big ears perked up, nose scrunching in an attempt to pinpoint the other. Suddenly, she peeked her head from behind the boulder to find a stranger standing on the opposite side of the same rock! "Oh, hello!" She said with a big, cheerful smile, completely neglecting the fact that the male might not like that. Quickly she moved from behind the boulder to reveal herself, keeping a friendly body language by instinct. "Are you looking at them, too?! I was looking at them as well! They look so cool, don't ya think?!" Babbled the energetic girl, beaming with joy that she found somebody who was amazed by the odd marks as well.