Woke up on the wrong side of reality

Yet another day in hiding from her family and her past. Theta found that being by her lonesome all the time got rather…lonely. She was never great at socializing at even the most basic level and she was aware of that. Her words tended to drive people away rather than bring them closer. However instead of working on this Theta leaned in the opposite direction, she wasn’t good at talking at all so might as well embrace it and do it on purpose. Theta didn’t need other people and other people didn’t need her, but…life alone could get pretty boring after a while.

Once again she had found herself out at the large plain that was part of her territory. She spotted a wolf standing by the river that ran by. He was a ways off, but being curious about his origins she crept closer. The small gusts of wind carried the scents in the air towards her. The male smelled…like her father? It was faint, but his scent carried similar elements to that of her fathers. It almost made her want to go back, to run back to Winterfell and nuzzle into her father’s chest like she had when she was a pup. If she missed any member of her family it was her father, despite all of the choices he had made that had caused her to be so upset.

Nevertheless she had made her choices and was here now, with this stranger who smelled so oddly familiar and yet not at the same time. She figured it was worth the risk to see what their deal was. She got within a reasonable range of him so that talking to him wouldn’t be awkward. ”So…what brings you here?”