Manifest Destiny (old Glaciems)
They had followed the mountains out of the snow and ice down to this new world of rock and stone. She had stuck with the main group on the way here following signs and scents left by their disposed leader. The travel had been slow the injured and young could only move so fast and though midnight had longed to go ahead but she did not wish to leave their little family behind, they may have been been rouges without a homeland but they where still a team, she had herd some of the pups whispering about calling themselves the snow rouges and it was a name that she to had adopted at least in her own head. She heard the alphas call just as she reached the marked border of tortuga, it took her a moment to recognise his voice rough as it was but as she did her heart lifted this was it at last solid proof that she had not simply been chasing ghosts all this time. The scent trails here where old and raged less a boundary and more a faded memory still she was cautious as she stepped inside its lines.
She did not run or race but instead kept pace with the other wolves in their caravan, still it only took a few minutes to reach the spot where the chief stood. He looked the worse for wear scabbing wounds at his throat and she wondered absently if they where far enough south now to find some of the herbs she had learnt as a younger wolf. She was smiling a wide grin across her face her tail beating steadily behind her as she stepped forward dropping a low bow to the male, ?chief,? she acknowledged before lifting her gaze again, ? its good to see you again, though I admit I didn't think it would be here,? they had not been attacked as they entered and the state of the border suggested that this was no longer the pack of killers and thieves that knew from the stories of its past but still she was curious, why here?
Offering another nod she stepped back taking a place beside the black wolf already present in the clearing, this was a new start, sitting here she realised how much she had changed in one year she had become a pack wolf her rules for survival lay abandoned on the path, she had an alpha she respected a life she enjoyed and a pack, a family, for whom she would willing cross miles or tear down mountains, her tail beat against the ground as she sat patiently, waiting for the others to arrive. |