A step in the right direction

Loviat walked on the thin line that was the border between this pack and the lands behind her. Of course she didn't dream of stepping over it as small as she was and how she would never stand a chance as much. More over she had been stalking these lands for days now hiding in the bushes moving back and forth. A pack was here and an interest to her. The scarred brown female looked around - she had not seen a wolf yet of this pack. This land they must not have used often but their scent has since then grown stronger and the hunter lowered her head. A home. The thought thrilled her - and it wouldn't be like before. She'd keep the fact she was a slave a secret. She no longer yearned for a life by that kind of master. An alpha to love and serve that's what she sought after.

Loviat called out, yearning. She could offer her hunting skills. Her knowledge of the stars, perhaps then the wolves here could teach her things as well. As her scarred face and chest looked over the border her paws idly struck the soil. Spreading and digging into the dirt as she enjoyed the feeling of it between her paws. There was a chance she could be forcefully claimed again but she wasn't going down without a fight if that were to happen. Calmly though she waited to see what her fate would slowly become.