Silva was the very definition of a lost soul. She had literally lost everything not two short weeks ago, and since then she has been wandering aimlessly through a world of humans that she still did not understand very well. She had lived much more as a wolf than a human, had only the basics of knowledge when it came to their ways. She knew enough, however, that when wandering through a human town she knew to be covered up, although she was barely covered, even still. She was wearing little more than a strip of dirty gray cloth wrapped around her small breasts, and a makeshift loincloth tied around her waist. It was enough to keep her out of serious trouble should any of the humans see her... she still got strange looks but she didn't really care.<br/><br/>Especially tonight, when the moon was full and she felt so much more wolf than human. The beast inside her was crying to be let out but she kept hold of her human self while she meandered through the town, following several scent trails of other wolves until she found the large house where they all seemed to converge. She had been on their trail for a little while but she knew that wolves could be very territorial so she had to be careful. She was trying to build up the courage to show herself to them, and also she knew that if she found another pack, she was opening herself to further potential loss in the future... but better that than live another night alone!<br/><br/>So she squared her slender shoulders, her bare feet quietly padding along the path that led to the front door. She paused for one last time, taking a deep breath and letting out a soft sigh. She had no way to know if these wolves would accept her into their fold or just chase her away with her tail tucked between her legs, or worse, but she wouldn't know unless she tried. Mustering all of her courage, she reached out and pounded the large front door's knocker.