Fulfilling promises

A call rang in the air though she didn't know what for. She'd been chewing on a stick when she saw others going past her, and curious as she was, she bounced up and followed behind. With her stick in tow, Medusa climbed towards the top where everyone else seemed to be gathering at a jovial trot, clueless as to her position in what they called a pack. She still didn't quite understand the consequences of her trespass, but at least she got some food and a place to sleep. Though she still stunk to high heaven, it didn't bother her because she considered it normal in her mind. When she reached the top, she stared wide-eyed at the small group that had gathered. She'd never seen so many wolves in one place, and despite the apprehension and anxiety a normal wolf in a new place might have felt, she didn't feel any of it. She trotted along and weaved among them, glancing up at some though she didn't say anything since she had a stick in her mouth. Once she found a spot that looked nice, she plopped down and resumed her stick chewing, all the while softly giggling to herself due to her strange tic.