On any other day, her feet would take her along a path that is completely untraveled. She'd follow it and explore until she knew it like the back of her hand-- and then she'd leave. But today was different. Today she'd discovered that being free for so long was not worth is pleasure, for she was growing weak. She was still healthy enough, but her ribs poked out of her short fur and her curves became less defined as she lost weight. Enough was enough, she'd finally decided. There was no point in being free if you did not live long enough to truly enjoy it.

She stands a good distance away from some well-marked borders, sniffing gingerly at the stubby grass beneath her paws. She raises her head and stares forward for a moment before her nose twitches, and her lips curve into a gentle smile. Portia tilts back her freckled crown and lets loose a long howl to be heard by the pack. Her purpose here is clear-- she wants in.

Portia dips her head and lowers her body as soon as she spots the other. She knows about dominance and all of that, so by the looks of this wolf she can only assume that this would be Ms. Queen Bee herself. She humbles herself further by turning her crouch into a slight bow, raising her head only so the other could see her face, her eyes avoiding the others gaze completely.

"Ma'am, my name is Portia Moreau and I am here to seek entry into your marvelous pack," she says clearly, but not too loudly or too quietly. "I'm training in botany and am quite good at talking to people," she adds, wondering if that would mean anything to the woman.

Portia does not shy away from the growl-- it does not frighten her in the slightest. It does not seem threatening or like the woman is going to attack her-- so she stays put. Her only reaction is a gentle flick of her ears, which return to their position at half-mast right after. The stranger seems to care little for her skills, which is understandable. She then answers her questions without hesitation. 

"I was born in a pack named Broken Valley, far south of this place-- but I come from nowhere," she says, speaking about the Teekon as a whole. "I've never had a place to call home, but I believe it's time for me to settle down. I'm young and able bodied, and I see no damn reason why I should waste my youth doing nothing worthwhile." 

Although she can't understand why anyone would use skills to assist another pack, she does not argue with the rules-- even if they seem somewhat redundant to agree to. She tips her crown forward again with respect. "I will do nothing more, my Heda," she says, repeating the word that she was just given. She stores away the words for this pack-- Sleeping Dragon and Drageda-- and perks her ears slightly as she speaks again. "My loyalty will be to Drageda, and none other."

Portia dips her head gratefully once again, her tail wagging behind her. "I won't let you down, miss," she says, crossing the border along with the Heda. She pads along with the woman, leaving her space and letting her step a few paces before her. She doesn't care much for respect herself, but will gladly give it to those who deserve it.