another casualty of society

The idea of leaving the mountain she had been raised on had felt inconceivable at one point in her life, but there were plenty of things that had at one point felt impossible that were now a real part of her life. When she was little her family had felt invincible, larger than life. Ah, but that was the innocence of youth, wasn't it? Once the pack changed hands it no longer felt like her home. She had stayed there for a while simply to stay close to what scraps of her family remained there, but eventually she felt like there had to be something else out there for her. She had no particular destination or goal in mind and in some ways that was freeing and in others it was maddening. She liked having a purpose, but her purpose was stripped away and now she was left to figure out what that was on her own.

Rúna had spent some time on the far edges of the southern continent and had only now begun to make her way back through the southern parts of Boreas once more. She had passed through the gulley on her way south the first time, but hadn't really stopped to look around. Leisurely she made her way through, only pausing once the scent of another wolf caught her attention–with the sharp tinge of alcohol lingering with it. She turned her head into the breeze where the scent was coming from and spotted the orange, cream, and gray marked male through the foliage, another seemingly lone figure out here on his own. She wasn't typically someone that sought out company, but it had been awhile since she crossed paths with anyone and even longer still since she had shared a drink with someone. Curious, she moved in his direction, giving him a nod of greeting as she approached. "Do you have enough to share?" she questioned, nodding toward his flask.

"Rúna Trygg"