Small, rounded paws strutted their way across the forest floor, leaving petite pad marks in the dirt. The mutt had been travelling for some time, living her life as a mischievous rogue, Iolana was constantly on the move, she had no home, no family, no friends - but she would have it no other way, she was self-serving and contently independent.
Her head swayed to the rhythm of the hum leaving her mouth, a cheeky little smirk plastered on the muzzle, as she pranced through the woods. But an unexpected scent caused the cream-coloured canine to halt in her tracks. A familiarity that made her floppy ears prick in surprise. She slowly lowered her rump to the floor, allowing her thick plume of a tail to envelope her lower limbs as she waited for a member of the clan to approach her. Lana knew how these things worked, she inwardly scoffed at clan traditions and rules but felt an urge to figure out what the familiar scent was that was attracting her.
