these scars remind me (joining)

Whispers had followed her everywhere she went, sweet tantalizing things that had touched and taunted her the longer she listened. Since the war in the spring and helping her younger sister bury their nephew Zara had retreated within herself, Newt was gone, her children had vanished into thin air and now she was alone in her dark world. Massive paws nave seemed to still or cease their movement, shuffling endlessly across the lands as head hung low like a cane to feel for anything before her that was more then a few inches off the ground. Milky eyes stared straight ahead, only blinking when her orbs began to burn with the need for moisture. But open or closed the wold was always the same. That same smothering darkness. It was odd, she had known since she was a child that she was to go blind, it was in her genetics and her vision had never been the best but to one day have it and the next for it to slip from your grasp was rather devastating. She had never really completely recovered from it. And though she would have preferred to spend her final years living out her life in solitude in the redwood forest where she and newt had spent most of their life together she knew that would be a difficult task. She was blind and old age was starting to settle in after a hard life. She needed a pack. And maybe that was why she had subconsciously pulled herself closer and closer to a packs boarders. It smelt lush and fresh here, beautiful and desirable. A land any ruler would want and it was claimed, fancy that. There was no hesitation as head tipped back and a long low howl slithered from parted jowls requesting an audience with a pack member. She didn't care if they could accept or deny her yet, all she wanted to know was what this pack was that she had stumbled across.

Speech!