And so we go

It was time. She had wandered the lands for two years, and now it was time to find herself a home. She had learned of all the packs in her short time, had slowly discovered what each held dear from the whispers she heard. It was more a fear of actually speaking to anyone that had held her back for so long, but now she was determined to no longer let it stop her. So, she forced herself to approach the edges of Fiori, knowing it was a place of learning, where she could become the sort of wolf who could help others, but wouldn't be depended upon to fight.

That was her true terror, honestly, that someone would expect her to strike another for her pack. She would do it, if she had to, but it wouldn't end well, of that she was certain.

It took her some time to find the edge of the pack, simply because she was unused to having to do such a thing. She usually steered clear of packlands, never going close enough for it to be a problem. That was just how she was. Now, though, it was important to get close enough to not require someone to leave the pack lands to greet her, but also not getting too close as to be tresspassing.

When she thought she was on the very edge, Faelyn took a seat, looking around nervously before she uttered a quiet howl, hoping someone would hear her and come to greet her.