[ Joining ] I Just Want To Feel Accepted

Misha made her way into The Red Forest, looking up at the sky. It had turned grey white like the color of the fae's paws and recently began snowing. She smiled and shook her pelt, for she loved the snow. Being a Timber wolf, she was built for the snow. Misha dipped her head to the ground and sniffed, smelling the pack's territory scent borders. The pack she was here for was Tortuga. The female wasn't fully sure about this pack- for she knew simply nothing about them or how they might react to a new comer at their borders. Misha meant no harm; for she never did. And she hoped the pack of Tortuga knew that.