Strife's My Name

The small wolf had washed ashore in the lands of Alacritis just a week before, and had spent the first few days in the land gaining her strength. The small dame had curled up in the forest, and chosen herbs carefully as she had found them to help give her, her strength back. A few sunrises, and a lot of rest and she was back to normal. It was then that the lass had began exploring the lands, casually conversing with a few loners about the packs here.

She hadn't yet found her fit, and wasn't sure where to go, but Eris wasn't comfortable as a loner. She had to find a pack, if only because she was two small to survive comfortably on her own, and with all the skills that Ezra had taught her, she needed to learn more from healers in this land and pass on some of the skills that she had learned. It was with this busy mind of thoughts that she had made her way to the "battlefield", where a few loners had told her she may find wolves from the packs who could tell her about their packs, and maybe she'd find her fit that way.

At the edge of the clearing, the dame stopped looking around before gracefully walking further into the field. Once satisfied, the dame sank to her haunches and looked around passively. Maybe someone would approach her? She drew her tail around her, and gazed around the field with analytic golden eyes. Would any of the packs have need for a healer or would she not find her home here?