Kavida

The large silvery wolfess trotted into the land of pines and streams. She liked it here. There was plenty of shade and places to hide, along with a lot of water when she would need it. So then, standing upon a rocky perch, she tilted her maw to the sky above and howled out, loud and high, in a claiming song. This place was hers. Then she scavenged around, finding no strong scents, and began to bathe her own around the land. Finally, she turned and trotted out.