Sleepwalking

Viviane haunted the edge of the pack land nervously, shifting from paw to paw as she stared into the picturesque rolling pastures of Avalon. There wasn't any real reason to be nervous, honestly, and it was silly of her to act like a pup on her first outing. She had ties to the alpha of this pack through Ardyn, so it wasn't even like they were complete strangers (though they essentially were) and she did have good reason to think that they'd be on good terms.

It was just that... she'd never considered, her whole life, living anywhere but in Valhalla. Even after that pack had folded she'd stayed in the former pack lands. Of course, that was before the Raiders had moved in, and slowly encroached more and more into her daily life. First she'd been forced to move out of the family den where she'd been born and raised, forced to leave her mother's grave behind and move to Valhalla's other land, the plains that were nearly as familiar to her. It had been sad, but she'd still been in lands she'd roamed her whole life and she'd been... nearby where she wanted to be, so it hadn't been so bad. But recently, the Raiders had expanded - again - and she'd been pushed out of even the plains, forced to flee from her lifelong home by the border markers and guards. Now she was adrift and lost, without even any idea where her siblings were or where any other former members of Valhalla were to try to tag along with them. She didn't know anywhere she could go that had any ties to her old life, except this one.

But... they weren't allies. Viviane didn't know why that was, and what it would mean for her. What reason would this Corbie have to accept her into the pack, when she hadn't even been allied to Valhalla when it had been around? And frankly Viv was desperate for a safe haven, so the possibility of being turned down had her anxious and jittery.

Finally though she raised her graying muzzle and called out questioningly for the alpha, letting her know that she had a visitor.