if heaven waits we'll breach the gates on her wings we'll be one
Leshia couldn't have asked for a better day. It was hot yes but not unbearable thanks to the light breeze that was blowing in from the east. The sky was a clear blue and the grass in the valley before her swayed and hummed and beckoned to her as she stood outside a packs border. She'd been wandering for some time, searching for any traces of her father. She'd found nothing but that wasn't the only reason she'd come to this land. She was ready for a new start and had no desire to go skulking about, surveying packs like a spy to try and guess where she might fit in.
Leshia licked her lips. She was a huntress and lands that could support bountiful prey, like the one before her, would help her determine where to start. Tipping her head back she called for the rulers of this pack to come and meet her.
