parting is such sweet sorrow

ooc: before meeting

Frost would be looking down at the ground as she stepped outside of the Threar border, she had decided it was time to leave. She had been here for about a year and hadn’t advanced, socially or in positioning. She had begun to think that pack life wasn’t for her, and maybe it wasn’t she might have been better had she not resisted the strange wolf that tried to enslave her. She figured she should let one of the alphas know that she was leaving, she would let out a howl that conveyed sorrow calling for the male alpha Frith. She was indeed sad that she was going to leave, she had wanted to fit in but it just wasn’t going to happen with this pack. The female would sit down facing the territory and wait to see if the male would arrive.