Heated confrontation[joining]

What would bring her to the borders any other day. Vahva fought the snort that tried to escape her nose. Her beady red eyes searching over the smaller younger wolf. While she was indeed big Vahva was a bit large for a female but she was still in the ranges. This was not her territory despite it being her home she had longed for. Since she was a pup, she hadn't been very sociable and would stick to her mother. Rarely seeing her father in which the two didn't even love each other. Vahva was a mistake, but she somehow wanted to turn her mistake of a life into something of use to her birth pack. Her head dipped, this was no high ranker, but if it provided some sort of connection it be possible for her to understand her family a bit more.

"I'm seeking entry, I was born in Valhalla, me and my mother were separated from the pack in the fire. So I'm here after she passed away," Vahva explained with a respectful tone. She knew full well she couldn't be snappy towards a family member for the first time. Even though she was already in an irritated mood. Vahva was able to keep her temper under, for now. There was no point in soiling her plans or efforts to join Valhalla. They should just accept her and move on, on second thought, was she doing this because of her mother or because this was her birth pack. Vahva wasn't even quiet sure herself.