My path serpentine

Inferno paused at the shore to raise her head, staring across the water to the island territories of a pack she had no knowledge of, but knew she must join. Her father's scent led here, emanated from here, so here she needed to be. She'd avoided her duty quite long enough, and if he raged at her for it, it was surely deserved in this case. She huffed out a sigh and stretched weary muscles, shifting the load on her back, and then raised her muzzle to the sky and called out for the alpha, for her father, for Praetor who might have been there with him. She was home - but she was doing no swimming without a certain welcome on the other side. She didn't carry enough body fat for that sort of nonsense at this time of year.