The ragged cliffs and towering red wooded trees were far from anything she had ever seen in her short life, far from the straight plains of low trees and sighing grasses where the sun was hot and the wind blew not as a mercy but as a fiend. It was colder here as well, the brisk ocean breeze far colder than what she had expected it to be.

But Sanuye- that's who this red faced fae was after all, had let herself stew in her thoughts for long enough. Who cared if it was different from the place she had called home for her childhood? It was a place to start again, find a new way to live. That was what mattered.

Even if she didn't fit here, she could always spin a tale or two out of her journey here, as well as legends that came so easily to mind as she gazed up at sequoia trees. So great and mighty, as if fashioned from something far greater than herself- or indeed, any wolf or creature. Now that was a story worth telling.

But the area here was lined with thick pack scents, musky and strong and most importantly, fresh. A pack resided here, with a well kept border- hopegully a pack that would accept her.

The red faced fae let out a greeting howl, her intention of seeking entrance into the pack crystal clear. Now she just had to hope they would accept her.

When her howl had been returned with an answer, a simple but no nonsense request to wait, the red faced fae sat on her rump and did just that. The air was cool and she amused herself during the short wait by puffing out clouds of warm air and watched as the white puffs trickled away into the winter landscape.

When the silver and dark form of a wolf entered her sight, she lowered her head but kept her gaze at the chest height, not totally submissive but in non threatening stance, with her head cast down and tail between her legs. 

The silvered eyes of the beta before her were still shrewd and focused, the other's stance solid and unyielding. Far from shaking her determination, Sanuye felt her admiration for the pack continue. She had stopped by the borders of several packs thus far in her journey, all of them outside of the Teekon Wilds. Some were overly aggressive, which she could not fault- but for packs searching to bolster their ranks, they weren't taking the right path. Others still had a very lackadaisical view towards border protection, easily accepting member without the slightest of inspection.

"My pack wasn't a family. Our lands where never a home. I've never seen a pack work together properly- without political shenanigans and rivalries that our pack used to let distract from actually running the pack. I'm looking for a home- where I'm not known as the runt of the litter for the rest of life, despite years of proving them wrong. And I'd love to give you a running list of why I'm such an excellent potential pack member-but that's not going to help you." Her mouth had run away on her and though she'd be waffling, it was most likely superior to the drivel she would have come up with otherwise. "I'm just looking for a family. So I can help them and in return, have wolves around me who at least don't want me to die and at best, would help me."