On My Own

Lukina looked up at the sound of approaching paw steps and saw a small, yearling boy staring at her. She wrinkled her nose as he called her 'pinkie'. "My names Lukina and no… I'm not alright. I don't have a home anymore. Who are you?" She didn't care to say to much more about her situation. Being homeless about summed it up. She supposed she could just pick a random pack to howl at but she was honestly scared to do so. Knowing her luck she'd pick a really mean pack and end up being sacrificed or something else horrible. Besides, after everything she'd just learned from her treacherous cousin she wasn't entirely sure she wanted to be part of a pack again anyway.