The arctic breeze of a pup moved forth with a long and elegant gait as her head swiveled to look about. Her breathing was steadied and carefully placed as she remained on the hunt for food. A deer scent, a few elk scents but nothing small enough for the girl to hunt on her own. She wrinkled her nose as she looked for something or another. Another scent filled her nose which made her eyes widen. Was that the scent of a pack? Her ears perked up as she listened around for any pawsteps or something of the sort. Perhaps there was something that she could use to her advantage on the lands. She knew better than to cross them but she thought about the rush that she might feel if she were to do it. Stop being an adrenaline junky. The toughened winter child scolded herself.
She was Calypsei, daughter of Poseidon and Calypso and she could not give into such demands. She had her name to think about. To have such a name tarnished as only pup would be a crime. She would hold out her luck, moving away from the borders with a disheartened look on her face. She had taken the brief time to consider asking to join the pack but no wolves were around and who would take in a pup who knew nothing anyway? She sighed as she walked away from the borders of Abaven.
