retrograde

The new world felt so foreign to the whimsical babe. Each pad fall was blessed with promise and a grumbling belly. Since leaving her cozy home Mint has felt both the positives and negatives of being on her own. Never before experiencing the rogue life she really didn't know what to fully expect. Upon venturing forth with no titles nor flags she experienced freedom, hunger, the elements, and the dangers of predators each day. But with all of that being accounted for... Mint felt more alive then she ever had back home. As horribly cliche as that would sound.

After a few months of being a true rogue Mint had come across the lands of Ardent. Most of which were completely unknown to her. She had remained south as she had never enjoyed the cold very much. In her travels the crimson kissed femme scoped out various pack lands from a far with silent observation. It seemed with the stale scents and very fresh borders of a few of the southern packs that perhaps many had moved. The reminisces of the volcanic eruption clued into why they have done so. But, after her very minor investigations she decided to see what one of the packs was all about.

Approaching from The Orchard towards The Range she carried on with very carefully placed steps. Mint wasn't prowling but her form was light and nimble as if ready to react to anything. She wasn't so sure if others would respond nicely to her being close to the borders. That being said, she stopped at about ten tail lengths from the fresh scent line. Vibrant green eyes took in her surroundings as she collected her breath. Another grumble in her belly was heard before her slender head was tossed into the air. Mint howled for the leader of the pack or any others that may hold rank.