Beauty From Pain (Acceptance)

Quietly approaching the border, the pale ghost-like femme with the sharp cerulean gaze sniffed the air deeply. Lifting her head to the sky, the she-wolf opened her maw, letting a haunting melody slide out of her muzzle. I request permission to join. Is what the fair wolfess asks, before she ends the howl and steps back. Lowering herself lightly onto her haunches, she curls her fairly fluffy banner over her paws, her sleek yet thick pelt offering the perfect protection she needs against the harsh cold of the tundra-like terra in front of, and around, her. She hummed softly to herself as she waited for a ranked wolf to come and greet her, and she softly sang, "I'm sorry for, the wolf that I became. I'm sorry that, it took so long for me to change. I'm ready to, make sure I never become that way again. 'Cause who I am hates who I've been. Who I am hates who I've been."

Head snapping up as she thought she heard something, she stood, shaking herself to look presentable. But as a hare darted across her path, she snorted at her own ignorance, and shifted, having to hold herself back from darting after the easy meal. She knew that was unacceptable when she wasn't actually a part of the pack, and it could be punishable in many ways. She had been gone for far too long, two whole months, and she knew they might not be so welcoming to her since she had been here before but had decided to leave. So she was slightly nervous as to what might face her here, yet was strong and bold enough to be willing to endure anything to earn a place in the pack again. She would go through any tests of loyalty and endurance, and answer any questions thrown at her.

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