then i hope i laugh

before heading further into this land, Bee had stopped at the borders of one particular pack. she had met a man from this one, knew it to be called Winterfell. it was the only other pack in the north to her knowledge. the people must be tough to live in ice and constant snow. and as it happens, she was looking for a place to settle for a bit. at least during winter when she knew it would be a bit hard as a rogue. there were no delusions about her wanderlust though; she knew it'd take a lot to get her to actually slow down. raising her head, she'd call for the leader of the folk here.

the woman rested before the border, red gaze on the treeline as she waited. as much as she loved to wander, she would never cross over someone's border. it was their hard work that made the pack happen, and she'd feel bad if she trespassed. actually, a lot of work went into a pack. not just border stuff. Bee wasn't a fighter either and would have trouble explaining just why she had gone over the scent line anyway. what excuse could she even give? movement caught her eye but nothing did happen. at least not right away. she tried to make herself a bit more presentable and not-threatening.

though calling directly for the alpha could arouse suspicion.