Emilia wandered to the edge of the borders. She howled, calling the alpha. She could smell him. Hopefully he'd let her in. She needed a pack, and it'd been quite a while. She was also looking forward to having somebody to fight for besides herself. 

Emilia missed her reconnaissance. She missed her delta, her pack, her missions, sneaking around the land. Em was an assassin made, and she was going to find a reason to get back to her old activities. 

Emilia waited, her ears picking up a scuffling sound. Her head turned, and there she saw a field mouse, in the leaves, chewing on an acorn. Emilia barely made a noise as she crept toward it and BAM! She had her prize. Leaving the mouse with its broken neck there, she turned back to wait. Emilia looked around for other prey; she wasn't hungry but could use some practice. She arranged some leaves with her right paw in a pattern, and scattered them with a swipe of her paw. Then, she arranged them perfectly. 

Too easy. She spun at the sound of a bird in the tree, but decided to let it go. It was too far up for her to reach it in an efficient amount of time.