Dragoncrest Cliffs But you gotta be there for me too

Just as she'd promised herself, Ceres returned to the cliffs several days after heading down to the coast with every intent of finding the wolfscent from before. Having known only her parents' pack and her own, she had no way of knowing that not all packs were open to visitors and not all packs divulged their lifestyle to total strangers. She wouldn't understand it, either. Her nose told her everything she could ever want to know about the state of the pack: large, healthy and with young.

Wonderment and naivety aside, she was old enough and sensible enough to not draw too close to the borders. She waited well beyond them for a handful of beats before deciding it would be best to announce herself with a short, politely quiet howl. She couldn't remember ever having called an audience with another pack before, and her cheeks were warm with nervous anticipation when her song died.

In order to make the best impression possible, she pressed her compact body to the ground and then rolled onto her side. Should a representative of the pack come to meet her, they would find Ceres to be utterly submissive.