move-in day

Pestilence's loss in the raid came as a shock to her. Finally she'd beaten Harbringr and signalled the end of her training, but the stupid cat had got the drop on her and made her last act as an Ashen member a failure. Truthfully she didn't blame Natha, but it didn't mean it hurt any less. It was to be her last hurrah, proof of her unyielding strength as she left to make her mark on the world as a Klein... and when she lost, it crumbled her spirit just a little bit more.

She'd hastily said her goodbyes and left late at night, arriving at Fireside's borders early morning. Each step she took in the pack's direction brought her spirit a little higher, and by the time she was close enough to smell the livestock she was practically skipping. This was the place where she could shed her Abraxas name, spend time with her closest friend, and build herself stronger away from her family's religious influence. If they accepted her, that is.

Keeping her distance from the marked border enough to be polite and very apparently not about to trespass, Pestilence paused to collect herself. Her monkey followed behind carrying her pelts from her den as well as a satchel with her armor, and her snake was coiled around her neck. The yearling had quite obviously moved out and was prepared to move back in somewhere else. What if they wouldn't take her? The thought was terrifying, and Pestilence didn't know whether she'd have the courage to walk back to Ashen a failure again. Alarr seemed sure of her ability to join, and so she held onto his words as she tipped her head back and howled for the alpha.