pip pip old bean

Chridhe had wandered what seemed like the whole of the northern continent looking for her relatives, though honestly she'd stayed mostly out of the northernmost reaches just because it seemed vanishingly unlikely that anyone would have gone that far. They just weren't anywhere to be found, and Chridhe was beginning to think that perhaps they had turned back in defeat after the storm instead of continuing on as she'd assumed.

Well, she had a purpose to her life, and that purpose wasn't to wander til her paws bled looking for someone who wasn't around. She'd put in a lot of time thinking and considering her options, and found herself circling right around back to the idea of joining a pack, expanding her knowledge of healing, and helping others.

And with that thought came the memory (the incredibly amusing memory) of the encounter she'd had at the first pack boundary she'd run up on in these lands, with the tall red creature named Regulus and his pack. Any pack whose alpha had the confidence in his pack and himself to escort a pair of loners across his lands had to be ok.

The tiny healer paused on the border of the pack again, tilted her head to the side consideringly. Well, the scent markers had changed, subtly but they'd changed. She'd not spent enough time around packs to know what that change meant, but she wasn't by nature a cautious wolf anyway and she'd already made her decision.

Tilting up her snub-nosed muzzle she let out a jaunty howl, calling for the alpha.