What's it gonna be?

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After spending a decent amount of time wandering the lands Maggie decided it was time to get herself at least partially established. She like a true wreckage was a trader at heart and knew that having a place to base herself was essential and she found herself drawn to the warmer continent down south. As far as she could tell there were two packs here, the other one was fresher in it's scents and while some part of her had liked the idea of trying her luck with a brand new pack she logically knew it was safer to stick with a pack that had proved itself able to withstand at least a bit of time and it's innumerable challenges. 

So the Wreckage woman stood at the border of a pack she did not know held her sister and tipped her head back to signal her intention to join. She hoped she wasn't waking anyone, the moon high and clear above her, the stars dancing brilliantly in the sky, and as she settled onto her haunches she tipped her chin up to gaze up at the gorgeous display above her, tongue lolling from a slightly parted jaw.