Stalker

Ardhel suddenly had hope. She could be accepted here, no longer a rouge, finally having somewhere to belong. She had belonged nowhere since, since... since well her parents tried to kill her.

"I apologise for not letting you know of my presence. But yes I am new to Alacritis, I travel only with rogues, I do not know much of the customs of packs."

Ardhel's heart was pounding, not in fear, but in excitement and hope. She was sure that she would be allowed to settle here. She could have friends, proper friends, not ones you left after a few weeks of traveling together, but loyal trustworthy friends, that after all was what Valhalla stood for. She might even be able to find a mate, she had hoped for a love for so long. Ever since she was a pup she wanted someone to love her in the way her parents had not.

"I would much like to join your pack. To finally fit in and to have kin that love me..." Ardhel was lost to the world for a few seconds, away in a deep reflection of her past. She shook herself out of it quickly. "I will join if you will have me." She bowed her head again in a show of respect.

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