Misha huffed a painful sigh as she limped towards the Valhallan borders, attempting to keep her paw tucked against her chest as farthest away from touching the ground as possible. She limped her way onwards, determined to get to Valhalla. She knew little to nothing about the pack, but something- a gut feeling told her to choose this pack instead of the other ones. She panted and continued limping towards the Gorge, struggling greatly as she did so. What would she tell them once she got there? Would they accept her in this condition? Would they reject her? All of these questions flooded Misha's mind as she finally reached Valhalla's territory borders and took a seat in pain as her left paw brushed the earth. She tucked it against her chest again and stayed at the border and looked around, positive a Valhallan would show up sooner than later.
