Bella Foster was out in the woods alone. Her black hair shone in the moonlight as she walked slowly wary of her surroundings and keeping her senses alert. This was the first time she was exploring this area so she had to keep herself alert. She caught a whif of another wolf and this time her for stood on end. This was more then one lone wolf. She tossed her hair over her shoulder and followed the scent. It was a crisp, cool night but tje coldness didn't bother her. She was a tough woman. Submissive and kind around male wolves but very hard to mentally hurt. Around other women was also not a problem. She was fine with them. She got along well if you didn't piss her off.
As Bella followed the scent, the moonlight lighting up her trail, the wind casually blowing, Bella kept her eyes on the trail her nose sniffing, her ears alert. She stopped when the scent was strong enough that she I ew not go any further without trespassing in another wolves property. And that was a big no no. Bella out a low but loud howl letting the alpha know that she was there.