Matters of the Heart

The ivory cloaked woman traveled her way unknowingly towards The Red Forest. Many game trails appeared and disappeared underneath the darkened cover of the trees, but none were very fresh. Too many were days old or even older. As she traveled on further, she came upon the scent of a pack intertwined within the trees. Slowing her movements, she stayed clear of the potent border. It was dangerous to get too close to a pack's borders especially if they were more protective than usual. Knowing that spring was going to seize anytime now, she wasn't going to miss this chance to be apart of something and gain some security. She settled herself down to patiently wait for someone to pass by and scent her presence instead of howling for the pack itself. It was rude to rush when you're the beggar.


She had no idea whether this pack was nice or kind. She honestly didn't care. She had handled terrible packs in the past and so she knew she would fit in. She was a bit out of practice in fighting though. She knew that Summer was a dangerous season. At least, that was how she saw it.