seeking shelter from this storm

it was time to admit some semblence of defeat.

with her swamp gone and her stores of herbs used up, Huntington had nowhere else. the only contact she had with a community was Abaven, and so she had gone to their border. perhaps Noir would still be there, or perhaps Poem would welcome "Rose" with open paws. t'was logical she did not give her true alias for she hadn't in the past encounters. the girl waited before wandering into the old territory. she had sent a call to Abaven yet none answered. it was only by searching did she scent the trail of a large group moving away from their precious land.

so they too had been forced to flee.

the girl tracked them to this island, where their scent was stronger and more plentiful. some clear border markings made up the edges and she sat at the western side, toward the mainland. this time, she did call out. however soft it had been in tone, she made it clear she was here. Huntington was adaptable to any situation, and she could see only one way of surviving this one. join a pack, however brief, and wait out the winter months. she could use patients and the community's claimed land to search for herbs without much fuss. and in return, she would lend them her expertise.

it seemed a fair deal for now. whether the pack would accept her was not in her paws.

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