steppin on the beach

"Auster? That's across the Bifrost, yes?" Siobhan asked, tilting her head to the side. She hadn't thought that she'd be done with Boreas yet, but the change of the season was certainly ushering her on to different (hopefully warmer) pastures. "I'm Siobhan and I'm just... here," she laughed at her own poor joke, perhaps a bit too heartily. Time alone had rusted her social skills. "Anyway, maybe you could point me in the right direction out of this territory? I don't want to intrude." It had been so long since she'd been a pack wolf, but she did know that they weren't usually fond of interlopers at the border. Memories of her father's pack were bleary and grey - she'd spent so much of her time cooped up as a child and recovering from her mysterious muscle-seizing attacks. Now the whole wide world was open to her and she was determined to see a little bit of everything.