Wandering the WonderLand
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It had been a few years after her mother had been assaulted in their den. Calla had been traveling quite a bit from place to place never really fitting in where ever others asked her to stay. She had wandered all around Canada until she was too tired to move. She forced herself to keep going, her paws were sore from all the walking but she was well fed due to a kind wolf that had taught her how to take care of herself. Calla had stopped to catch her breath when a strange scent came to the air around her. She lifted her muzzle to check the scent again and again but she didn't recognize it at all. Calla brought her ears back realizing she had crossed a pack border. Unknowingly she had entered Nova Scotia. She had heard stories about the wolves of Nova Scotia but she had never traveled far enough to even see one of the strays from any of the packs. She felt as if she would be welcome here but she was still nervous to cross into a pack territory.


Calla took a deep breath in and wandered farther into the area the different scents in the air came and went from different packs. None of the different smells stopped her from her long trek. She wanted to join one of these packs, the stories her mother told her about these packs from Nova Scotia were all very welcoming. Calla swayed her tail back and forth happily, hoping she could stumble among a wolf from a pack. She was still shy since she knew nothing about how to go about joining a pack. She didn't know anything about pack life. She had been alone most of her life. Calla thought it would be nice to have another family in a pack where she could be protected. But getting a family and joining a pack were very different from how she pictured it. Calla had almost given up on finding a pack, but she was determined to keep going just to make her mother proud of her. She could smell the fresh water of a lake but she couldn't tell where it was coming from.


Calla picked up the pace searching for the scent she had grown used to spending most of her time near the water. She wagged her tail as she emerged from the brush seeing a beautiful lake much more different, than the one she grew up next to. She walked over to the waters' edge leaning down, when she let a soft breath out the water rippled underneath her muzzle. She was happy to be some place she felt at home in. The water made her feel calm and happy but she was so thirsty she didn't care how she felt at that moment in time. She lapped at the water causing larger ripples. The small waves bringing the water back and forth over her paws. The cool water felt good over her sore paws. "I hope someone likes me.." she commented to herself. She still wanted to join a pack, but she didn't know where she was. After her thirst was quenched she laid down next to the shore far enough away to keep dry. Her stomach was empty but she was to exhausted to hunt for herself. The darkness came over her like a warm blanket with out her realizing it had. And soon a deep sleep followed in its tracks with the soft noise of the lake in the back of her mind soothing her.

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