The elderly woman knew that colder weather was coming, maybe not right away but too soon. The woman wasn't sure she'd make it through the cold, not on her own anyways. Maybe it was time she paid a visit to the pack she had heard about from the yearling. It had taken some time, the pack itself didn't seem to advertise its location like many of the other did. Finally she had pinpointed a scent, one she thought she remembered from the girl. Moving slowly Priti made her way towards what she hoped were pack borders. The snowy elder paused, aware of the strength of the scent here, no doubt marking the edges of the pack lands.
Priti tipped her head back, let loose a call for anyone who could bring her into the pack, her voice wavering with age.
"Speech"
