Carry Me, Carry Me, Carry Me Now

A howl drifted to white audits, singing to her. The call of the Alpha. Rising to her paws, the pearly dame carried herself to him. Slowly she was regaining her elegance, holding herself up as she once did. The closer she got, the more apparent it was that there were already wolves present. A few where familiar, but many where not. She had been called to see what her rank was. As far as she knew, she didn't have a rank, she wasn't sure where she belonged within the pack.

Dipping her head in respective greeting, bi-colored eyes gazed up the Alpha, "I will take whatever rank needs to be filled." she certainly didn't have the build or personality of a fighter, but at the moment she just wanted something to do. She was willing to learn, to help others. Drifting away to take her seat, she left her fate in the hands of the the Valhallan Alpha.