Alaia walked with the rest of the pack, towards the gathering ground. The wolves she walked with were not like mundane wolves. They were larger, and smarter than normal wolves, better organized, and living much longer, though maturing more slowly. The human had been taken in by the pack when she was young, found abandoned at the edge of their territory.
Alaia had always been too young to go to the gathering before this. It marked an important shift for her and the others around her age. They would be old enough to mate, and most would have paired off with other young wolves from the other packs by the end of gathering. Of course, Alaia found herself doubting that she'd have any luck finding a mate for herself.
[[Open to a male wolf.]]