Nova Peak Pitter patter (Joining)

Anouk paused for a moment, raising her head to catch the scents on the wind. She was definitely near the pack borders. The girl continued but at a slower pace, the litter patter of her steps creating a steady rhythm. The Spring sun beat down on her back, warming her tremendously. Her paws were weary from travel, but she hadn't relented in weeks. Her fur was slightly raggedy, but kept well enough. She let a shiver run down her spine.

Soon she arrived at the border. Anouk halted a few steps away, leaving a respectful distance before sitting down to wrap her tail neatly over her paws. As she tilted her head back, forest green eyes closed and the girl let out a musical howl. Her head lowering again she waited patiently, looking around at her surroundings curiously.