Shadow was panting heavily as a dead caribou calf lay at her paws. Her muzzle was covered in crimson red, and the smell of the kill was heavy in the air. Thankfully the black wolf was able to make the kill just outside the borders of a pack's territory. It was a cold morning and the environment seemed unforgiving here. The air was crisp, cold, and clean. But all of this didn't bother Shadow, not one bit. She was built for this. She was born for this. The young wolf could smell she was outside the borders of claimed land. Not only that, she seemed very interested in joining. A wolf was not meant to be alone. A pack was a wolf's destiny and it increased their chances of survival. Before even taking one bite, a thought came to the dark colored female's mind. If she wanted to join, then perhaps she could use this kill as proof of her usefulness. She was a large wolf, true, but she was more of a hunter than a fighter. Hunting was locked into her very being and core. She could be a provider of prey to this pack, make it her new home. Her tongue swiped across her muzzle, tasting the blood that stuck there. A fine kill she made indeed.