Stjarna sought out peace and quiet from their siblings, wandering deeper and deeper south into a lush gulley full of life, plant and animal alike. The evening was mostly quiet with only a very light breeze. The breeze moved toward them, bringing with it the scent of elk. Star knew they probably didn't have much of a chance but it was still worth a shot. Heading toward the scent, Star focused on moving low to the ground when they spied a small herd bedding down. Nearby there was a pale woman with deep colored markings. Star cleared their throat gently and moved toward her, speaking quietly.
"May I join you, you can call me Star." He didn't see any other wolves with her at the moment so he hoped his offer of help would not be turned away.
