Can you hear me calling, calling?

The small red brown and ivory colored female had been lurking around in the red forest, from the recent pack hunt. The only reason she had gone to such an event was for Dayton, knowing that the male had wanted to prove himself to Tortuga and their Queen, Roman. Of course she had gone, for her love. But, she had gone and practically left, dreading the need to socialize. Misha had always struggled to keep up with the skill of socializing, whether it was with her mate Dayton or her fellow pack mates.

The female shook the thought away, clearing her mind. She sighed and continued sulking around the shadows of The Red Forest, her ears flicking around a bit. How am I to prove myself to Roman? To Tortuga? The fae thought to herselfx, head hanging low.

She would stop in her tracks, ears pinned forward to the direction of a howl that whispered her name within it. Misha quickly ran over to the wolf who had set the howl out, blue grey gaze watching over the stranger to Misha. "Y-you called?" She would stutter, taking in the other female's snow white pelt and blue eyes, wondering who she was.