The journey had been long, and painful. From her days borne to her mother, who never wanted a pup to begin with to her days with Ezra. The old healer, had taught Eris many things, things that came with healing others and she had also taught the young wolf lessons of the heart. Ezra, had taken care to teach Eris to protect herself from a lot, though none of her teachings were able to stand up to love. When she had first found Reven, injured and alone, she had felt it- a spark. Every time he would breathe, the air exiting his maw would send jolts of electricity through her body, speaking to a desire that she had never known.
The time she had spent with him had been heaven, and when she discovered she was expecting children- and he had announced he was moving on, within days of each other, her heaven had quickly descended into hell. She took care of herself and her unborn pups, as best as she could, finding solace in them and when she finally gave birth to them- her litter of still-borns, it hit her, like a tidal wave. In anguish she wandered, until she was swept out in the squall. The waves tossed her around, slamming her into rocks, as the drug her out into the mass ocean. She had been so numb, and so convinced that she was going to die.
When the storm broke, and she awoke washed up on the beach, she hadn?t known what to do or what to think. Surely the fickle fates had offered her another chance for a reason? She stumbled from the beach, taking shelter in a small hollow, sleeping until she felt well enough to search for a meal. It was long after that first meal that she had discovered the lands, to be called Alacritis and learned of several packs residing there. She first met a young she-wolf, Tahlia in caves and soon after that met the uniquely beautiful Elphaba during a storm.
Travels had led her to the borders of Valhalla, where she met the young warrior Ashtoreth, and helped treat her injuries. Finally, her travels had led her up north, towards the pack known as Glaciem. Eris had heard the rumors, of the challenge, and how the pack had generally mass exoduses from the lands, leaving the new alphas alone. It was that word, perhaps that had driven her to the borders. Any pack, that was just starting out needed a healer, at the very least, and perhaps here she could have a fresh start and become someone new.
Her small form came to a halt at the border, and she rested back on her haunches, tilting her head back. Her jaws parted and a sweet lyrical summoning howl came from them, calling the alphas of this pack, calling them to her, so she could request to join them. Her song came to an end, and she righted her head, staring off into the trees before her, waiting, and watching.
Speech,
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