I'm a Stitch Away From Making It

Making her way through unfamiliar territory, Bright was already uncertain with herself. However, she was determined to find something worth traveling for. She had been searching for her brood a long time now, never giving up hope, but now and again she grew tired, and she knew she would need somewhere to stay. Years had past, and she knew her young would be grown and fully capable of caring for themselves had they managed to survive so far. Her motherly instincts pulled at her, willing her to find the missing pups from her past, but she knew she would have to let go at some point.

Sighing to herself, she paused as she realized she was crossing into claimed territory. The scent markers were obvious and clearly defined. She would take several paces back, not wanting to trespass on claimed lands, regardless of who claimed it. Whether they were kind or not, she did not come to disrespect the borders of an established pack. Instead, she would step away from their borders and lift her head, letting loose a delicate song, calling to the one who had claimed these lands. It was about time she settled somewhere and made something of herself.