She had not believed him fully that day he had found her. But the more she lurked about outside the pack, the more she did find those rare tracs of the red woman. So surely this male had not been lying to her. Plus he knew her name and vague description of her and only the red woman could have done that. Yet she couldn't have brought herself to follow the male to his pack. Honestly she was scared, shy and feared of being outcasted. Things were easier when you were alone. Yet she could not bring herself to walk away from the borders of this pack. Maybe some part of her missed being part of something larger than just herself. But her easy solitude was so sweet at time, depressing yes but she could deal with it without anyone seeing it.
She paced along the borders in the early predawn with indecision. What could she offer them? Her photographic memory of the landscapes? She skills in hunting birds and fish? She paused to look down at her legs, she was no fighter. She was thin and frail looking, light as the birds she could catch out of the air. Bright vivid green eyes burned in the gloom of dawn. Tail flicked in irritation with herself. But what if she just experienced life like she had back in Seracia? What if she just ended up still all alone? Or would things be different? What would the other members be like to a new stranger among them? She mumbled to herself. There was only one way to find out, she had to talk to Crucifix. He would had the possible answers for her, answers that might change her life from the way it was now.
She paused in her pacing to tip her head back and let out a soft sweet call the for crossed marked male just as the sun lit up the morning with golden hues. She sighed softly and she stilled her body and sat down with her tail over her paws and shoulders hunched forwards. She was never a confident wolf and her posture said it, though she never realized this. She just felt like she drew too much attention to herself when howling or making any noise for that matter. She didn't like to be the center of anything but rather just blend into the background. Forgotten and unseen is where she felt comfortable. "Speech"
