I Don't Want to be an Island

Well, it was done, the truth was out and now Lukina was gone. She had no idea what would happen to her younger cousin now and she tried not to care. She'd fulfilled her promise and led her cousin to a new land, taking care of the girl until she could care for herself. Now Lukina new of her role in the coup. Now they would likely be enemies. However, that was fine for her. She didn't want to go through the rest of her life with a child she did not want strapped to her hip.

Rœkia gazed out at a lake left still in the mid-afternoon sun. It was warmer than it had been in past seasons but the browning leaves left no doubt in her mind winter would arrive well before she was ready for it. She was in need of a pack and here she found herself on the border of one. She knew nothing of the pack other than she did not recognize the scent. Rœkia had participated in Ashen's festival. She'd come across a number of pack scents and had quickly gone about applying them to a name. Yet, as far as she knew, this scent had not been there. Now why would that be? With her curiosity peaked she howled for the alpha.