Made to run for our lives

The sound of someone approaching made her ear swivel toward the noise and she lifted her head, glancing toward the stranger. The smaller woman immediately waded into one of the nearby pools, clearly enjoying the warmth though she didn’t submerge herself the way she had. It made her curious, though the tan, gray and green marked wolf hadn’t acknowledged her and Acantha was perfectly fine with leaving it that way so perhaps she’d never know why. She settled her head back on the rock, though she kept an ear trained on the other woman out of caution.

Her mind went back to pondering her situation, wondering what her next steps would be. She wished there was some easy guide to explain each pack to her and tell her which ones she should be interested in. It was one thing to be born into a certain pack and role. Her life had been laid out for her and she had excelled at everything that had been thrown at her... Until it was all snatched away.

She let a slow sigh pass through her nose and made another curious glance toward the other woman. It was hard to tell if she had a pack scent on her or not with the strong scent of the hot springs in her nose. She was a small thing, but she could see the toned muscle of a fighter so she was certain she could hold her own. Considering she was close by and this was the first time Acantha had allowed herself to be within talking distance of a stranger, she decided to take advantage. Lifting her head again, she shifted to look at the violet-eyed wolf, remaining submerged in the water with just her head, neck, and the very top of her back exposed. “Excuse me,” she called, pulling her attention, “Do you know anything about the packs around here? Any opinions on which are worth joining?”

Acantha Elpis Stavros