"Now how to find Vespula," Elvira thought to herself as she strode purposefully between the trees. She didn't know the scents of the other pack members, not yet at least, and she didn't want to give offense to anyone. The young female wove between the pines, leaving her scent amongst them. Marking herself as pack.

She gave a howl of joy before breaking out into a sprint, stretching out her long legs and loping amongst the pines. The scent of the icy sea was stronger here, and her tongue lolled from between her skull-encased jaws, the ice burning and freezing in her lungs at the same time. She gave another jubilant howl, laughing to herself. After awhile, she finally slowed, her pants sending plumes of steam in front of her nose.

She wasn't sure how to contact others in the pack, but she was content to wait, content to explore.