Though she had been enjoying her newfound freedom, Satu could not quiet the nagging sense of guilt caused by the fancy-free life of a rogue. Was it not her duty to lend what skills she had to her family, to her pack? She balked at the idea of returning to her mother's pack, not when her sister and her cousins were here. Yet she had to do right by her family.
So it was that she found herself here at the edge of Ludicael's territory. Her normal exuberance was muted by a quiet uncertainty. Would she be welcome here? Novella was here, and no doubt her young cousin would be happy for her to join them. But there was also Song, who Satu had barely gotten to know growing up and who Satu couldn't predict a reaction for, and the many other members of the pack who Satu had never met before.
The young wolf steeled herself. If she was going to join, she had to just do it and get it over with. Satu lifted her muzzle to the sky, and called forth with a single musical tone, then sat down at the boundary to wait for an answer.
