Blacktail Deer Plateau we're on the edge

A bark rings through the air, jerking Raid abruptly out of her troubled thoughts. Silently cursing herself for her lack of awareness, she glances around, amber eyes landing softly on an unfamiliar figure. That didn't surprise her. She knows that she is nothing more than a stranger to the majority of her packmates and though a small part of her wished to change that, there was a larger part which insists for her to keep to herself. Was paranoia a side effect of amnesia? Or had her pre-amnesiac self been like this as well? Raid didn't know, and at this moment, nor did she particularly wish to know. Instead, she inclines her head slightly in greeting and pauses in her footsteps.