The pale youth had wandered aimlessly. She'd lost wieght since the onset of winter. She wasn't a good enough hunter to survive on her own, and without her loyal family to help her hunt- she was starving. Her creamy colored fur had dulled, and it clung to her skeletal frame. Her once slightly rounded belly- a sign of her youth and well kept lifestyle was guant against her skin. She didn't know where to go, and scarcely had the energy to "go" anywhere. She needed a home. She couldn't make it on her own. The fact that she'd let down Breen so much after she had gotten lost stung. He'd raised her when her father had died- he'd taught her to be so much more than this- and she'd let him down. She'd gotten lost and ended up in this strange land and she didn't know how to take care of herself. Hell,she hadn't made a single friend since arriving here though she'd met plenty of wolves.  She was going to die alone. She'd realized this a few days ago- and it was only her stubborness that pushed that negative thought away. She had to take care of herself. She had to make it back home. She had too! Her family needed her. With hard determination she'd aimed for the pack nearest to her southern position. She knew nothing about them- but perhaps they'd take her in and train her to be strong. She had to be strong now.  Be strong my little angel Isn't that what Breen had told her all her life? She had to be strong. As she neared the borders she halted a few feet from their edge and let out a howl. The note was uncertain at first but it grew more confident- more... powerful as she went on and then she stopped, her cerulean eyes studying the landscape before her- looking for whatever wolf would answer her call.  "Burn Baby Burn"

Nearing the border, Valentine raked an assessing gaze over the visitor. Calling her skinny was an understatement. Her coat lacked shine and her features were gaunt. All in all she was a sorry sight. Still, he would give her a chance. Perhaps she would surprise him. "Greetings," he boomed, stopping just inside Imperium's border. "My name is Valentine and I am the alpha here." Was she looking to join? Seeking aid? Hopefully she was doing better than her appearance suggested or he might be dealing with a corpse in a bit. "What can I do for you on this fine day?" "Talk" "You" Think

It wasn't but a few moments as her call finished, and a wolf appeared. Oh god! What do I say? She thought frantically, freezing slightly. The brute was odd looking, he didn't carry the muted natural features that the wolves in her home carried. She was still getting used to that. Not all wolves were the same. Her tail wagged slightly behind her and she slightly bounced on her toes as he spoke. Valentine? What kinda name is that?" She spoke without thinking, and then slapped her own paw up over her muzzle with a furious blush. God! "eerr. I mean.. Hi... I'm Remy." She said- her voice falling to a whisper as she stared up at the strange brute, and her paw slowly slid to the ground again. God. She'd already embarrassed herself. She kept praying that earth would open up and swallow her whole.  She let out a soft sigh, and sat back on her haunches, trying to maintain some sort of dignity- not that she had much to begin with. "Um... I think I am here to join your pack..." She said mutedly, as she stared at him. "You're..... huge.... and... a funny color." She said with wide eyes, before cringing. WORD VOMIT. Her ears flattened slightly, and her cheeks burned. She couldn't stop embarrassing herself- and why did she care?! I want to impress him.... I want someone to give me a chance... I want to make Breen proud. She thought, with a slight frown. She stared up at this colossal wolf, and she felt a slight bit of intimidation and... and overwhelming urge of curiosity."Can.. Can I ask... where is here?" This time her voice is a little louder, and she tries to let her curiosity take over a bit.  He's just so... big that it's intimidating. What did these wolves eat? Other wolves? She paused for a few moments. Are all of the wolves here this big? and... Blue?" She asked with a confused look. Did they eat something special?   "Talk" "You" Think

"Valentine? What kind of name is that?" Oh, boy. Not another comedian. "Mine," he said simply. In seconds the little fae introduced herself and Valentine, feeling comedic himself, said, "Hello, Remy. What kind of name is that?" So began their rapid fire asking and answering session. Sensing that he was in for many, many questions, the brute let himself answer immediately and without thought, stating whatever popping into his head first. "Um...I think I'm here to join your pack..." She thought? "Take your time, I have all day." "You're..... huge.... and... a funny color." A funny color? He couldn't wait for her to lay eyes on one of Imperium's many mutants. "And you're small and...kinda muted." Boring, really, but if everyone was good looking then no one would be. "Can.. Can I ask... where is here?" He got the feeling that the torrent of questions came about because the fae was out of her element. Gently, he said, "This is Imperium." Her final question brought a touch of a smile to the brute's lips. " Are all of the wolves here this big? and... Blue?" Oh, honey. She had no idea. He pitied her a bit. If she joined - something that was still up in the air - she would be in for a shock. "None are as big, but a few are bluer." "Now," he boomed, "Do you have anymore questions or shall we get down to business?" "Talk" "You" Think