Sweet, sweet vengeance (BLITZKRIEG)

The tiger striped girl was taking a habit to wandering and it was not something that she was distinctly proud of. Did she want a pack to call home? Yes, yes she did but she had an issue with it. She had yet to find a pack suitable to her standards. She needed to find the right pack. She had been taking care of herself well enough as well so she did not need a pack. Her green eyes watched carefully as she examined the barren wash that appeared t have no other wolves in it. She took a deep breathe before running fast and light on her feet in determination. She was silent as the wind on a calm day. She was practically non-existent.