dark on me

Rhaegara had yet to venture into the southern lands of the continent, much preferring the vast northern territories as they worked better with the length of her fur which was adapted for colder climates. Carlys hovered above her, gliding through the currents at the pace of her pawsteps, keeping a look out for trouble in case she found herself in a tight spot. Every since she had learned about the slave traders who lurked around the continent, taking wolves captive and selling them, she had been on edge. She wasn’t going to lie, despite her beliefs, the appeal of joining a pack, even if it were only temporary, sounded appealing with each passing day.

She just didn’t trust herself or others quite enough yet to commit time to serve under another. She’d already met quite a few pack wolves, all nice – wolves from Valhalla and Abaven whom both offered her some form of home or sanctuary. She was also not the kind to take advantage of the generosity of another. She did not want to submit herself to a pack if she could not be truly loyal or devoted. It was all a bit of a mess in her head, and so a walk, an exploration, had her attention.

The lands were still strange to her, the passing weeks allowing her time to adjust, but the continent of Boreas still held her in awe. There was a steep gorge, her paws carefully carrying her further down though she found the winds tumultuous. It was too dangerous for her to go alone, and she valued her life so she turned back, finding herself resting along the mountainside. It would be a conquest for another day, she decided.