She had returned from the challenge with pride welling in her green chest, feeling rather satisfied with Fiori and its leadership. In the beginning she had slightly doubted her friend and his choice to move here. Of course, she hadn't know what to expect. It was different compared to Borealis, that was one main point. A leader that fought for their pack and emerged victorious was a leader she liked and wanted. Would her mother have done the same if she had found herself in a similar position?
Being relatively new to the pack, she needed to go out and be productive. Although she was unaware of it, her friend was already an archduke. Now that said something. As much as she didn't like wolves, she knew she had to eventually meet her pack-mates and somehow cope with them. She couldn't cling to her friend forever. Setting out through the mangrove, her nose searched through the scents, finding mostly old, stale smells. It looked like she'd have to continue searching. Where was everyone?
